Black hooded figures
Hover above water
Trap their prey at the shore
And prepare for slaughter
Circling a killer and his kin
Consume the soul
Feel the icy cold
Defiantly conjuring anything of purity
Is there a possibility he could be anything more than a survivor?
Decipher the source of light, the stag, the sign
The figures
They crowd the lake
One by one
He succumbs
Voices scorn his actions as he awakes
And in their presence you will feel no pain
No joy
Only the void
Only the pain you only knew as a boy
Capture the essence of loss
Review the most painful thoughts
Endure utter tragedy
Consume every memory
Can’t resist the excitement surrounding this
Whirls of light across an otherwise foggy sky
He appears miles above his contenders
Slim and slender
Through suffering, a soul so tender
Plummeting
Whirls of light
Across an otherwise foggy sky
Inches from death
And they’re the ones to take your last fucking breath
Even the imitation
Strikes fear within your core
Ridiculous to think
The power of an adolescent is enough to change their fate
And would it hurt to know
The man who helps you face your fears has his own shit show?
His own
For at night
It tears apart his spine
How could this man have anything left?
Isolated
Contained when it awakened
Finally the flesh reflects the madness within
Twilight is breaking
And the beast will have his chance again
Follow me out of this arborous prison
Thirteen years and now this traitor’s fate has become their decision