A Disfigured Face

Down once more to the dungeon of my darkest dreams,

I am forced to look upon a face of shame.

Shame that is merely a shadow in a world of night.

I know this face,

A disaster placed upon a once loving angel.

He is now obsessed with violence and death.

His music and his voice surround me and I am

Helplessly left feeling overwhelmed,

As all I want to do is sing.

I want to express my sorrow for my angel and so,

I begin to sing.

My voice sounds somehow different,

Beautiful dare I say.

He command's me to sing for him,

And so I do.

My body tingles as he cast's his spell over me,

And I am surprised to see my body following his every move.

I can sense that I have made him proud,

As his face seems to glow in the darkness.

As I reach my final note,

My mind and body together as one entity.

I think one thing before I collapse into darkness.

I made my angel proud.

I have not put shame to an already disfigured face.