The Prophets

There is a darkness growing
Deep inside me
The demons whisper and I
Can’t deny it
The vision in my brain is
Clarifying
The black seeds were planted
In my soul
The atmosphere mirrors what’s
Blooming inside me
Finally I can see that
The change is coming
Another twist in my
Course of life
Deviating have been growing
Farther apart
Sever the ties
One by one
And break free
I know I don’t belong
The roots are penetrating
Deep inside me
Succumbing to the urge
Terrifies me
In my seclusion I’m grasping
For a meaning
Inevitable is this
Journey I’m embarking on
Stepped into the darkness
Abyss carrying a torch
Descending into this spiral
The endless spiral of chaos
Staggering
On the edge of sadness
Blood
Smeared on my hands
A fate sealed brick by brick
Oh Lord
How can I ever be redeemed
Left in me, a void
My whole being, is coiled around
Despair, despair I feel
Knows no end
Will I ever be set free