Soulless-Havok

That can never die which never bleeds They said yet still its darkened halls we creep. They do Never warnings will we heed, They bled when for faith in naught we take our leap. They're due Call of darkness, echoes beheld, He's coming Something sinister this way does lurk. He's near Man and shadow, fusion unholy... He hungers Crawling, creeping through His eerie murk. He's here Merely once, we saw His face, His ambience is clear Now we cannot flee His grace. His transience we fear Always will we fall aground, The silent grasp, the curtains of life 'Til corpses of his victims fresh are found. Never shall He know our strif

Who defines, the will we wreak when for answers true, none will seek? Who decides, the things we fear... how they push us, how they leer? A deaf ear for a whispered plea, Ashen wings for the fall they grieve, So who decides? When our beliefs die and whither, when we all writhe in pain so bitter... Who defines the things inside as we stare into our black divide?

Into the black divide... Fall... Into the space before you, Fly... Ever watchful, ever vigilant, Always blind. Nevermore Forever gone, Nevermore You left my side. Evermore Alone I stand

These hollow bounds...Yet another place where I lie invisible to all but the occasional misguided soul to tread on my dirt. Maybe he'll stay, but I doubt he will. Very few ever do. Most just move on, treading the shrouded night with many an anxiety breathing down their necks. The ones that stay, however...What are they doing here, with this lowly husk for their companion? Am I not the shadows themselves, living only by the grace of others? Am I not the rampant parasite? Their fading stature...this curse...it tempts me, draws me closer. I feel the misshapen arms wrap around, I feel the claws of malice dig into neglected flesh clinging to emp