A Dark Promise

there are times when I lose my words
dark moments in time when I feel no warmth
and there is no living thing that can save me
I feel no emotion
no love, hate or remorse for the things I’ve done
I kill without reason
without cause or country to drive my sword

I move through worlds without direction
hearing the faint sound of music in the distance
yet it comes to me only after a kill
only after I have stripped the life essence from another
be it creature of light or darkness
all I see is a means to an end

I end life in order to hear the sounds of my own
I find the music that I hear in the void beyond this one

there are children calling my name in the afterlife
so many of them
and all those that fell to my blade
they are nothing beside the voice of these children
blind, deaf and demonic masses
calling to me constantly from beyond the veil of life

I cling to sanity as I move forward through this hell
a hell of my own creation
dark maladies beat my body until I fall
what is this wretched creature I’ve become
a lifeless husk without a home
I am merely a vessel for the blind hatred that stirs within

church bells ring out in the distance
dark forms appear all around me
I am frozen in doubt as a new sensation presents itself
laughter
I am beside myself with this new disease
blinded by it, I lunge at the darkness

left
right
forward

and again I throw myself at those around me
I strike only when their weapons find me

madness
hope
and I struggle onward

only when the devils appear, do I strike
and only when the moon lingers in full
do I call out thy name

Sweet Mother of Moonlight
scar me with your deathly embrace
fold your arms into mine
and guide me to the world we once loved

swallow the poisons you once fed to my father
and place your hand upon my face
for we are hollow men and mer
sent to harm the ones we know
the ones we swore to loathe and carry
primordial trust and the hearts we’d marry

tear your soul and mind asunder
for I have come to break your heart
your body will bend
your hand will know murder
your eyes will know beauty
and your tongue will go no further

forever in place
and without our devotion
the world will know truth
as we drain our flagons of ash
we mark our graves with promises
and debt

to honour God’s corrosion

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