------The Dawn of the Dark------
A fleeting light,
and a gasp for breath.
Nothing left to fight,
looking forward to death,
in the depth of night.
Eyes fall shut,
Ears go deaf.
Life settles into a rut,
and its darkness you wish to caress.
Slipping past the hours,
sliding through days.
Nothing seems to still this power,
failing in too many ways.
Devastation nearing,
coming to a close.
Nothing has a meaning,
In the eternal doze.
Death is nothing to fear,
An embrace that is only natural.
No matter what one hears,
Do not fear what is natural.
----------Pain is Life----------
As the darkness falls, and the light fades, tomorrow looks like something unattainable.
Heroic feats are lost in ruins, love forgotten, friends epitomized in fading care.
A fool for nobody, but a danger to everybody. Subduing is not an option.
There is no option left, the metal is the glinting devil, the detail of your soul.
Your souls future playing upon the gleam. Short and painful.
The reason for pain is to relieve reality, escape injustice, and convert malice.
Malice for self is engraved as blunt sharpness is indulged, the liquid of life burning a trench. engraving harsh syllables in flesh.
Flesh is immortal, never ceasing to be created, one less body of flesh would not be important, as flesh is not important, but the soul is.
The soul is marred in the heavily scared flesh and mind. Marred beyond recognition of anything human.
Humans are pain, pain is beauty, and beauty is dead.
Dead.
Forever lost as the darkness falls.
