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.
