I greet the coming visitations
No strength left to fight,
Or will to resist temptation.
The sins of my past,
Awake with crying shrieks
Prying and preying upon my weakened heart.
Visions of twisted memories
Flash before the darkness,
Flying as though poisoned darts!
Spirits and demons lurk within seeking my ruin
Freeing the pain from its prison,
The wronged from a well of despair
Memories best left forgotten,
Bound in chain and shackle,
Emotions are released.
Crashing forth the barriers break
Succumbed to their fury,
I quickly wither surrounded in their vile cackles.
Beaten and broken
I cry for eternal sleep
Amid the lifeless desolation,
Wish granted, death swiftly brings peace
Playing my soul for keeps.