The Death Throne

I step through the rigid doors upon which lead to a dark room of my hopelessness

With only a broken shackel I fall upon

As the blood within my emotion

Comes spilling through the empty hole upon me

As every touch of sight

Was peacefully fading from my hold unto such

As I look around I catch nothing but the purity of darkness

My neck loosening as the seconds go by as I could feel my heart only tighten

As it forsakes me of my own strength

For it had decieved me

Of my protection from such dis-mantality of my hopefullness

The sounds of the night only lead me to the death throne

As waves upon me changed from light to dark

As darkness thus prevents me from revealing thee

For a break will reveal most

The ones who commit to the purity of the light

Or one whom commit the purity of dusk

Sounds of the living death played

Played my heart like a drum

As I was caried towards the sacred waves of such a dark sea of hopelessness

Whilst thee will find themself wherever darkness or light will take you

For there is always a way to find peace