The Ennightenment-Gloria Morti

I stand in abhorrent enclosure I tremble draped in melancholic exposure In the dust lies a past of suffocated dreams Wearing a savor of bitter tangerines The Lion has been crushed within scourged, dressed in smothered grin Ipour on the ground the Sage's water Recognizing my life, as a spiritual slaughter Oh, sweet grief - The Suffering A mere portrait of such fullfilling emptiness A pale pose of a faint mourning light Seems so ravishing in the trance of veiling darkness My Plagueness - The Darkening My story resembles an ill satire Every ounce of strenght I had I gave to heal those around me For that I'll burn in a hellish fire To whom I'd leave this restament For I withstood the EnNightenment I recoil, I repent Every single word I ever said Every single smile I used to fake Every single step I chose to take I recoil, I repent Every single word I never said Every single kiss I never gained Every single gift I ever gave Undesired by those who I loved, I never gave a day for myself Narrow scapes of mind shrunk choking all that was still left in me Horrid void of memories smudged everything I ever wished to be The maze I've wandered through has been long, cold atrocity The craze of dying tempted me by sudden loss of dignity The cross on stony wall did not seem to pardon me The truth I could not bear, but still, it was my destiny Grim coldness, stone fortress Allow this to end here, now, today Alone forever, dreamless tether Please let me sleep this grief away Alive but never living Never gaining of constant giving Never having anyone to hold An angel to behold ...an angel to behold... I told to myself: "This man will never break!" I thought this man would never break