I am breaking. Dying. No, I cannot bear it.

I am victim

I am legion

I am waiting for the end to come

Embrace it!

The warmth of the darkness is rampant and full!

Within the deep, silky spiderwebs of my own devising will I suffocate and drown myself

A god weeps within the depths of the gray, and yet he lays helpless in darkness

This god has become man, so desparate, so silent

So silently the sacred saint shivers and screams in silence

He opens his mouth and his voice is dripping of death; Destruction!

He is breaking, dying, now, dying!

Yes, yes! He is dying!

Let him gnaw and crawl and chew

Let him grovel his face into the mud

Until his death is imminent, and the time is right

And Death shall claim his part back

He shall reap what every man owes

He shall reap

what this man owes.

 

If only I could help him

If only I could help myself

Reflections of the soul luminate my eyes

My light blends, refracts with the wavelengths of the spirit

And all colors revert back to that clear, colorless white and glass

Yet let is pass through the prism of persona and corporeal form

And what is left is dark, darker, darkest flashes of night and despair

And while my fire burns on

This man, this god brought to his knees

Is living his second death

Unable to wake

Unable to dream the good dream

But able to only dream the nightmare

Only to dream the prison,

the grandest illusion of the lowest order.

and the mirage of endless middles and struggles.

 

This is no god that we speak of

Thine is the power of God, his will through you

And you shall answer to the call of the damned, the broken

This damned god is but the tormented soul of a man

The tormented soul of man

He wants to feel and breathe light no longer

For it is darkness that corrupts him,

the lack of light that starves him,

The love that has died.

 

He who was so might

Has done nothing but fall, and become fallen

It is not his fault, do not torment him.

He is our brother.

His father is our uncle.

His mother, our aunt.

His sister, our cousin.

Our friend is lost.

 

How can only approach the screamings of the damned?

In an endless waltz of dreaming, despair, and diving into their depth of self

They create their own sea of blackness within the hole within their hearts.

Do you dare to dive into their minds of twisted decades?

The passage of time does not exist there.

It abounds the stream of life,

it suffocates it,

it stops it,

it prolongs it.

Love does not exist.

The cave, the cage is lightless, unbound by its seatbelt of safety.

The driver that led this vehicle was drunk; the auto went quickly

The man flew out of his seat, out of the windshield, over the carhood, and into the deep

Over the carhood, indeed

Into the deep, dark,

dark abyss.

I am shaking

I am fearful

I will say those forbidden words:

I am scared.

 

Before the broken

The crying

The dead

The damned,

Indeed:

Humans are useless.

We cannot stand up to our own kind

And find comfort in the little light left in others.

Who to turn to?

What light lives in the heart of darkness?

We must look to the bright morning star and to the sun of the ages.

The blazing source of life and warmth on this cold Earth.

When our hearts grow cold and the night grows dark

Who, but the Son of Man, can illuminate us?

 

There is but one Son

And he shines his light on all who dare to step into it.