Lost Cave of Hopelessness
I ponder my consiousness through such pitch darkness
As memories of once in the light which you had taken from my posession
Is thus held captive by the dried up tides of once was peace
As every dawn seemed only the brink of dusk
As I dare not holler in the dead of night
For the demons of disparity thus thee created
Will come out with a deadly fright
Their supernatrul power
Overcoming such a conciousness of mine
I wonder myself through thee so evil
Falling into your pool of nothingness
As darkness falls upon me only in such hatred
As thee have forsaken me
In the gate of hopelessness
When around thee
My dreams so seldomely fade
Every shackel of love I feel so softly flows away
When I awake in the moonlight
Light of only life's reflection
As the music of the arising dead
Leads me only pondering In the lost cave of hopelessness
The prison of my own
One which embeds me
In my own fears of being decieved by loved ones of my own
As most around have only detatched from me
Only leaving me with fear, darkness, and disparity
As thus my only companion
For death; is only the brink of living
Either in heavenly peace
Or hellish suffering of darkness
Which thee feels as if such not deserved
As I think of my reflection
As only another prism of a soul such as mine
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