Though it never
Laughs like me
Sheds tears like me
Screams like me
Delight like me
Sad like me
Scared like me
But it's a sincere follower
Always beside me
Struggling together with me
Through all my endeavours
Regardless of success or failure
And so I never feel lonely in this world
Although it was never mentioned
Who created the shadow
At the very beginning
But from the very bottom of my heart
I feel really grateful to Him
When all is said and done
The world will keep on turning
Our spirit lives on and goes before
True to our Lord and his creation
Making our way forth to what may be.
For in his gaze I dwell
For in his heart my heart
For in his being mine own
From childhood I have wondered
How would my life evolve
Would my endeavours reap rewards
Would my love of life fulfil
The path I have to tread.
And when I waver or when I fail
I know my true path will still be there
Just waiting until the day I realise
The error of my ways and retrace my steps
To where I should be, in light and life.
For all my faults and sins amassed
Laid bare before his all-seeing gaze
Dismissed, forgiven, my very repentance
I emerge anew, cleansed and pure
Ever to be true and loyal at his side.
Lacerate the boils from resplendent shades.
The skeletal wolves tremble from nose to tail.
Vomit soaked in blinded lips.
I echo the thoughts of a maniac.
But they differ greatly.
For I am more or less humane.
I hear howling wolves growling in the gutter.
Rivers of torn flesh pour forth from the gates of sin.
Philanthropists boast with a nasal mutter.
Subliminal shrieks create a rising din.
I sit rigid in suspended animation.
Skin pulled apart by great demonic wolves.
A punishment I shall soon double in revenge.
I just want to be left alone
I just want to be left alone.
Shrill trumpets bellow in the distance.
Leave him alone
Leave me alone.
Impotent I fall through the seams of murder.
Alone,alone,alone.
Eccentric muscles peel themselves away from bone.
Close the shutters.
Because I am gone.
Alveoli burst in seething pain
Green bile floods out of lacerations.
Cruciform expletives implode into disaster.
I slice cornea's from my weary eyes.
Scum stained nails rip teeth from jagged mouths.
I stood in the womb of creation and cried.
Assailed on all sides by the blinding dark.
In the end we are all the same aren't we?
Emotionless wrist cutters scream in chaos.
I spit black horror in their stupid faces.
Sycophantic bastards burn in the flaming pits of hell.
But me I break spines and hearts in equal measure.
Brittle bones splinter in both directions.
A lack of brains paints me sombre.
If all of creation is against us, then why do we carry on existing.
Right-sided circles exude nothing but calm.
Whilst left handed doorways smash our faces in.