Beyond-Silentium

Her innocence lay Shred with a lie Sweet lips decay Forever mine Grandeur of hilt Do not bear guilt Eyes wide to see Your madness in me In the lanterns pale and sulphur air My senses frail, no longer mine. Solace of rage, blinding embrace My sweet heart to bleed apart Foil too painful, shent and wreakful To hear or bow to any god's law Their eyes so hollow so hollow Their words so shallow so shallow Her innocence ravished, by whom is this done? Such cowardly curse, second to none My demons ensnared me with torture and strife And now it all ends here by god or a knife I'm beyond horizon, on the ocean of flame I'm numb and paralysed never feeling the pain No one can hurt me now, I've left all behind Beyond of all hope and fear, this void so divine II) ANTICATHARSIS Antracon: Prudence?...What? Blood! By god...Prudence! Scoria: Well, well...I can see your true nature has finally reached you Antracon: You! You devilish fiend... you're behind this all. It's all nightmare again. I'm on my Ship and prudence is faithfully waiting ashore..god, wake me from this lie. Scoria: Such a terrible noise from what you have done most willingly. This is the truth, here and Now...the only thing that's not is that you imagined the worst to be true. Antracon: No... Prudence. Scoria: Take her hand, it's yours now. after all, she remained ever faithful to you Antracon: No...you...you did this... this is all your doing you demon! Scoria: I merely opened your eyes. She's all yours now, like all those whores we have killed. Antracon: My Prudence is dead. all is lost. Scoria: Lost? Come Antracon, this is just the beginning. This is humanity at its strongest. To rule The life or death of others, to feel no pain, no pity. no mercy or compassion. all the great deeds Of human are inspired by their lust. lust for power. fame, fortune. the only thing binding man Down, suffocating him is guilt, shame and pity. Antracon: This is madness, madness. By god...it shall all end here. Scoria: Antracon, no...you fool! What a terrible waste. Another greatness tossed away. Oh you Mortal fools. short is their time here. and they are so eager to cut it even shorter. well, my chosen One, sweet dreams. i'll bit you farewell little ones. i'll claim you at the end. Their eyes so hollow...hollow.