The Harbinger of Doom

I descended the wretched trench of lies with willing defeat, My heart severed too many times to ever even care Of what horrors lay beneath I face the unknown with a corrupt thirst I have seen these familiar twisted faces, And I greed for their ends—for the cease of their cries, Longing for my vengeful rise Too long I have felt the devastation of death entwining with my soul, Too long have I tasted the heat of unimaginable, unbearable downfall In the torment of screams, My mind claws in desperation To silence the never-ending agony, The burning of unmerciful cataclysm Claws made of frozen souls grip my own Reaching in, extracting my life—I rip myself to shreds I dance the Devil's dance to the song of weeping angels With the sheltered moon bleeding plagues Chaos and Havoc play upon my heart Where have I let myself descend? To the ends abstracting Happiness, To the cruel tail whipping sorrows to Rage, This madness inflicted sprouted from the Guilt of Failure, Tell me, why is there no chance for Redemption? These lashes, these Scars raw in the demons’ presence Lowered head accepts such torment as deserving Rain sears the eyes of the weak, Faltering trust in the wicked Their teeth gnashing my flesh, my bones And sorrow misleads in hopeless promises When false light brings me to Darkness's sweet embrace Holding fast to self-loathing I pierce the veil, My eyes falling upon the face of Death Empty Horror returns its gaze to me Maggots devouring my flesh And suddenly the deplorable Madness is me I, the Devourer of souls The Harbinger of Doom Pain and Discourse my companions I pierce the veil Only to find misfortune reflected Holding me, fixedly…Darkness, Lay me down once more upon your hidden altar For too long have I let the earth’s Monsters feed on my heart Too long have I held onto Hope only to watch her fester Too long… and long enough that my webbed eyes close to the vision of Tomorrow I clasp the vicious claws with infant hands and wail at the top of my lungs Cutting into me, all I have ever lived for My wail exceeds all cries, For no matter how terrible, No matter how deafening, My Misery reigns supreme -A collaboration with Rebecca Larkin-