I don't feel like myself
Some creature has come to seize
My alleged comatose form,
Yet I make no move to resist.
A devoid carcass - eaten away
By devilish scavengers
Now I look upon the paltry leavings -
Scarcely anything worth reclaiming.
Music ricochets in my skull
Echoing for miles
Forsaken and blank.
Deeper into the beyond I'm pulled,
Drug by an unholy noose
Tightly it's coiled around - holding
Me captive, keeping me isloated;
No sound am I permitted to utter,
I must remain close-mouthed.
It's becoming difficult to breathe,
The inevitable result of being suppressed by cowardice.
Welcome, to the stygian and shadowy side of me.
The transformation leaves me a killer;
A monster on the loose - writing
Eloquent pages that sweep away souls,
Imparting to them my hollow harmonies.
While yet subjecting to the tempest-tost sea
As it ever eternally rages.