Drained of Life

A blackened sky amongst the wind--
speckled crystals light the way.
My hand is reaching for the moon
and clutched within reality.

A needful peace i wish to feel
but only demons bare their teeth.
A grave is dug for every painful
thought that dwells inside of me.

A mirrored imprint of the beast--
sacrificed and left to die.
I live this life and bare these scars
to wallow in this barren tomb.

Shadows flit through somber eyes and
breeds a life of decadence.
Gloom is lacing burning veins that
comfort me with blood soaked hands.

Gouging out the eyes of hate whilst
buried 6 feet in disgrace.
Vile screams in minor tones
strikes a chord with misery. 

This whitened world sheds light on pain,
mystik beauty shall enfold.
A blanket wrapped around my corpse
shrouded in these pale, bleak thoughts.

Thorns are sharp and pierce my skin,
butchering my pulsing lungs.
Growing, piercing, bleeding filth
encasing flesh of mournful dreams.

I've fallen far and lost my way,
i wandered down a darkened hall.
Met by fate and led astray,
i took a path to no return.

Moonlight dances high and bright,
bowing, leaping through my brain.
My heart is pounding in my chest-
intensity of endless strife. 
I see the fear, it's just in sight
confronted by a wielding knife.

My wings are spread and painted black,
claimed by death, there's no way back.
I sold away my trust to him and
thought he was a harmless man.

Now i'm trapped inside a world of
veiling beauty midst despair.
Above my shell i wait to see
the angel of my dying wake.

One last glance upon my corpse,
twitching in the reapers claws.
Throat is cut to bleed the shame
a gutted body, hung and bled.

No remorse, he mocks the hurt--
the hurt i tried so hard to hide.
Now i lay me down in death with
nightmares whispered in my head.

An evil grin and bleeding eyes,
toying with his hunting knife.
My body's stiff with rigor mortis,
a kiss upon these cold, blue lips.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Remnants float at heaven's door.
---=but=---
Something holds me down in place
i'm bound here screaming in this state.

I pound my fists against the glass
that separates my hopeful quest.
I'm looking close, i see myself,
reflection of a broken soul.