The Worth of a Soul
The accursed darkness beckons
as I count the seconds-
Agonizing, this constant torment
forces my soul to relent.
Hauled by an ethereal chain
Back into his domain.
Watch it writhe,
upon my scythe.
So fragile and weak,
trying desperately to speak,
to be free-
but it belongs to me.
There are others here.
Their screams I hear
echoing deep within my mind.
Though lantern lights, I am blind,
No body, to feel,
yet this pain is so real.
Still it endeavors
for this chain to be severed,
so restless-
its struggle is precious.
Dance as I flay,
it's over when I say.
thoughts disordered
body murdered
must not give in
this prison
break through
Where are you?
Regrettable, weakened over the years,
her screams were music to my ears.
Strain, fight, shout!
but do not doubt-
the Purifier will be blighted,
and you will soon be reunited.
Special thanks to Wintterzz for some editing help ;3
Cover art by synthetic-creativity on Deviantart
