As I peer into the depths the darkness swallows all.
Devouring hope, like a soul’s last breath.
Echoes in my mind merely a hollow call,
Blinded by the flash of a souls last death.

Reincarnated by the reaper,
The abyss offers no release.
No faith for the forgotten,
No dreams for the deceased.

Blood trickles down limestone and stains the concrete,
Satan’s corrupt seeds planted deep in the Earth.
To flourish and grow upon tears of the weak,
Anxiously awaiting their glorious birth.

The wakeless never awaken until they are awoken,
Until the ghost in the shell is left brittle and broken,
Gasping for the breath upon which they are choking.
Nothing is worth less…
Than latent words left unspoken.

-RaZe.