The Sound of the Dead

Pounding voices fill the air Anguished cries, The sound of desperation Rings loud and clear It starts out slow Yet, as the walls close in And my chains tighten The voices cry out louder Until the agony of it bombards all my senses And rings throughout my whole body The sound of the dead The anguished, tortured cries of the innocent Haunt me And again, I see the undeniable fear Hear the screams of pain Hear the loud, fast beating heart As the body fights death And all over again, The unmistakable rage returns Mingling with a sick disgust That floods my whole body And the monster rises Hungry for the thrill, The pleasure of the kill That seems to make me forget the pain He caused Until again, I feel warm blood drip off my fingers And see what I’ve done A mangled, torn body lies before me Bleeding, broken, torn By the blade I hold in my hand, And the thrill is gone Horror replaces the dark revenge, that filled my heart And sick disgust wins in the end An innocent life, Full of dreams Full of love untold Full of hopes With so much to offer the world Lies crushed, broken, before my eyes And the monster That rose inside of me Hides once more in the shadows Still savoring the taste of blood, And broken dreams But not for long, For the monster inside is never satisfied It always waits in the shadows, And then when the moment’s right It shows itself And I can’t hold myself back, I can’t stop Not until the monster is satisfied And fresh, dark blood Gloves my hand And my insides twist with disgust The war of good and evil won for now Tears stream down my face, The reality of my guilt Bringing me back to my cell Meant to cage the monster in, But really just caging me in This is my life now, And the sounds of the dead Only remind me of a forbidden path That only leads to insanity, Pain that a soul can’t bear Sorrow and loneliness, That hides behind stubborn arrogance But is slowly breaking me down From the inside