Prison of Me

As I sit alone in my prison,
No one who'll listen.
No one who'll hear me,
No one to help me,
No one who will care,
With this torment I bear.
Trapped all alone,
The bars are of steel,
The walls are of stone,
This pain that I feel,
Is felt all alone.
For what of my crime,
Is worth all this pain,
How much of my time,
Is still spent in blame.
The light of day,
I shall never see,
Locked all away,
In the prison of me.
My brain is the jailer,
My heart holds the key,
Inside I'm a sailor,
Yearning to be set free.
So that I might set sail,
Once more with the sea,
So come set me free,
Take me away,
From the prison I see.

 

Road of Sorrow

I walk along a lonely road, never stopping for a rest.
My thoughts bring sadness to my heart, a painful aching in my chest.
I collapse upon my chosen path, no one hears my mournful cry.
No one sees my tears come out, roll down upon my face and start to dry.
I stand and once again I walk, knowing my heart will never mend.
All I ask from god above, is let my life come to an end.
The darkness grows ever deeper, but lack of light is not my fear,
It is that this road will never stop, and with that thought I shed a tear
I am so sad upon my path, there's no one with to share my sorrow,
I wonder 'will I still be alive, When the sun comes up tomorrow?'

 

Darkness

What goes on in the light?
That I cannot know.
What goes on where angles play?
That I do not know.
A creature lurks in my mind,
not beyond, not behind.
I do not know when it will strike.
I do not know if I can fight.
Strike it may in the night.
Kill it I could with my light.
Light of mind,
light of soul,
fight the creature,
with heart of coal.
Strike with anger,
strike with fear,
strike when darkness,
comes too near.
For now I will sit and wait,
think a little,
meditate.
Conquer hate,
conquer fear.
conquer all,
when dark is near.
It trys to fight,
but I am strong,
I have might,
and battle song.
I win,
It lost,
for it's sins,
I toss,
the beast down to,
and inner hell,
the price it pays,
for it's soul I sell.
The devil takes it,
and once it's done,
the devil will have,
another son.
The beast is an angle,
I am Satan's son,
I am an angle fallen,
his faithful one.