The serpents eyes… the burning cross. From all that falls I rise. All the pain I gain. From only fear do I refrain. From all that I shall disclaim. I have only me to blame. Bitter silence sweet tears… my hear rears. And my pain disappears. Looking at my weak, frail hands. From what I could hold in these hands, the love I can show with them, the words I can write with them… it is a shame. I have nothing to make with these hands. Now I again start the teething. From my abyss can you hear me breathing. Let your fear rise… for nothing of this shall I disguise. Form all your hate and pain… and I shall make you weep for I shall show you mine… and everyone else’s I have taken. For I am the darkness… these shadows or my reflection in the mirror. I look at you in your sleep… when you turn you turn to my nil embrace… for I am nothing more then a disgrace. A bastard son fate wants erased. You slump afraid… crying… you see the tree. This thorny tree from it hangs my memories of pain. You feel your self sinking in the murky pool of despair. For this is my home where I roam… this I where many have brought me. Where at one time in essence I did die. Do not cry… for nothing can you do. Only one can free me… but no one wants to… or will. I finesse with death… I dance with pain. I FUCK hate. From the darkness in your mind… you created me… but like every being I took life to own moral pace. From everything I have been formed… for I am nothing more then what I have felt, learned, and seen. I am the being that your mother warned you about. I can rip your heart out… as they have mine. But this is what separates me from you and them. From all the darkness in me… I am me. I hold only my heart as a guide I form all from pain. From giving you hurt nothing do I reclaim. For all in your eyes is the same. But from this darkness you see me… for it is what I want you to see. Think me as you will for no one will ever know me lest one. This is my veil… my mask. From it I show you what I want you to see of myself.
A sound heard… a tear fell. You awake in your bed alone… remembering thinking all is a dream… but a dream is the key to reality… your soul’s reality. For a time it was guided by me. I show you what I know…if you listen then you do if you do not then you do not. Unlike others I leave no one to rot and hurt with the festering pain. For all this darkness you see from me, I have more light then this in me. Now you lay your sleepy head back down to slumber from out of the shadows I come… to the next blessed one. Sleep child. Sleep. Sweet dreams till the next morrow. For I know you will only look at the sorrow. Blinded to the message… sorry to say but when you awake you embark on your embassage. For I have had passage to your soul… Sweet dreams child.
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