Twytch

staring at the candle
this flame plays games with me
cast the shadows
that no one else but me can see!
gnawing at the straps
the ones that hold me here
crashing against the bars
they cant keep me here any longer!
not any longer!
for this prison can only be felt
the new version of hell

behind the dark curtains
what is left of my mind
swaying back and forth
questioning the purpose of I
blurred dark dreams and darker wakings
the veil has been placed before my eye!

the candle flickers
its close to its end
an amusing similarity
this candle and me

the inevitable degradation
the creeping failure
is there a cure for this itch?
the flame is burning nearer

succumb to the twytch!

Absolution

Wait in line
with the rest of the evil mongers
begging to be benign
so that you can extend your list
just a little bit longer

you believe you are the stain
needing... waiting to be clean
and you prove yourself correct again and again
everytime its vengeance you dream

yet you wait in line
kneel in front of your God and pray
and leave it all behind with a smile
go back and pick up the blade anyway

still you believe that you will be forgiven
giving you the license of repeated evil
but in the end it is you who will be forgotten
after the blood dries and the dust settles
it will be you that is forsaken

why waste your time
in the illusion of salvation?
when redemption does nothing
but fuel the fires of future guile

jerked back to reality
from my truth sermon
you realize that youve reached the head of the line
do you still want to be forgiven?

spread the word of your new revelation
"it is not me but you who have created the greatest sin
.....its absolution!"

After Silence

For too long theyve whispered
troubled echoes in the dark
speaking of what had passed
and what was to be

for too long i listened
dwelling on their disembodied words
gnawing for what seemed like an eternity
slowly etching its way inside

like a demon spreading its tentacles
clawing at the deepest roots of my mind
creating a veil of mist and lies
that stretched beyond mind, space and time

too long
i have heeded
too long
i have waited

now tearing away at the seams
of these self-imprisoning chains
such is the evil of unending nothingness
breeding unyielding violence

but
after silence comes the storm of revolution
after silence comes the voice of defiance
after silence comes the flames of the cleansing

and
out of its ashes
arises the whispers of the silence before!