When the light goes out
When the flames die down
They come with promises of storms on their lips
The pendulum again swings heavy
Striking Each Hour Deeper Despair
The clockworks steady ticking company
Counts down
Don’t let it in
Don’t listen to the whispers flittering betwixt
The burgeoning glow
Threatened by the cold Alone
Growing over the mold in the corners lurch
Where have the heavens gone
How the Helpless these mewling echoes
A nameless formless malevolence
Recognized through instinct alone.
Am I as evil as that which haunts
Is it me beyond the veil?
A warning? A promise?
The clocks hour strikes later
The end is nigh now
Helpless these hands
Which have wrung the threads of fate
Only to wring blood from the frayed cloth
Where has the light gone?
A warning? A promise?
The clocks hour strikes ever later
Yet the the end is nigh now
The end is nigh
A nameless formless malevolence
Recognized through instinct alone
I am that which is beyond the veil
I am the evil which haunts