The blackened tide washes over my psyche
Blurred vision; no more light on my path
The devil’s hand grasps tight
The dread of Hell is at hand
A black cloud hanging over my head
(Dragging me six feet deep)
My Father; My Lord
Thou has left my sight
Forsaken to the dark
I cannot see your face
Lost in the void
I feel the darkness calling me
Abysmal oppression
From the depths of hell
No longer free; my mind bound in chains
A dismal strain of thought
From the anguish and pain
Felt by the sting of death
Subjected to death
The eternal sleep beckons forth
From the darkness inside this broken mind
Shallow breath; hollowed heart
Severed by fear and ripped apart
SCORNED BY MISERY
I call out merciful Father
Before I’m one with the depths
I fear my end is approaching
The tangible darkness consuming
Drown in the void
Writhing in anguish
The jaws of perdition
Beckon