Wandering the Dark
I do not aim to fright
My only wish is to discover
To rid this turmoil set deep

Long deep seated within
A burn A longing
An ache of a calibre
i cannot declare in mere words

Lonliness an ever growing cancer
That thrives on my very being
threatning to kill me
from withn my very core

The time of struggle is over
I have had my screams
Screams that reach volumes
that shook the universe itself

I have sent my pleas
To understand to beg of a cure
to the Father moon
and his disciples of the stars

My sobs of pure anguish
Have nourished mother earth
and her children of this planet
many a time and again

Nothing, emptiness , silence
But an ever growing cold
that threatens from within
How i beg to i fight myself?

Scream all i may like
Sob till the lakes are full
There has been no answer
and i fear there never will

For if there was
Why I implore
has no existance ever seen fit
to allow me some small ease?

What words I think!
What visions dance in my mind!
The beauty of the darkness
that begs me to surrender

This is but a lost souls
last cry to the world
an attempt to make sense,
of the parasite devouring its host