In a cold and shallow grave, lays low my fettered soul,
Echoes of a distant past, doth Thanatos extol,
Above the sword of Damocles, hangs by a tattered thread,
Dereft of faith in man and god, I seek the living dead.
Departed paths of vulgar sin, I walk in trackless stead,
In the canyons of mine fears, I shrink in vengeful dread,
Seeking solace deep within, chasms of impertinence,
In my lone and stricken soul, lays dim and dark existence.
Begone ye screams of silence, harbingers of pain,
Cloaked in isolation, you mock in harsh disdain,
My soul is torn asunder, I curse you God of Hell,
As you pierced my trouble soul, what horrors I befell.
You spoke of quiet solitude, to tempt me to your lair,
Then lanced me in my troubled heart, to depths of dark despair,
Nemesis, I beg of thee, rise up in righteous ire,
Protect from Tisiphone, from Hell's eternal fire.
With all my voice I scream to you, protect me from the night,
Alas, in forlorn desperation, I journey to the light,
Banished to mind's coventry, I heed the demon's call,
Beckoned by the silent screams, I enter Dante's Hall.
Drawn into the vortex, I hope and pray to find,
Total absolution, illusions of the mind?
Drowning in disharmony, upon a tranquil sea,
Adrift upon the River Styx, am blind but yet I see.
Bowing to Mephistopheles, as Faust I sell my soul,
Unto the Fallen Angels, at last I cede control,
On bended knee I enter, the world of waking dreams,
Final absolution, farewell to silent screams.
[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 01-30-2000).]