Beneath The Mire

Haunted nights for halcyon days
Cant sleep to the scraping of his voice
Natures way struck grief in me
And I became a ghost in sickness
Willingly guided into heresy
Beneath the surface, stark emptiness
And youd pity my conviction
Whereas I thought of myself as a leader
Youd cling to your pleasant hope
It is twisted fascination
While Id ruin the obstacles into despair
And Im praising death
Lost love of the heart
In a holocaust scene memory
Decrepit body wearing transparent skin
Inside, the smoke of failure
Wept for solace and submit to faith
In his shadow Im choking
Yet flourishing
Master
A delusion made me stronger
Yet Im draped in pale withering flesh
I sacrified more than I had
And left my woes beneath the mire