giving birth to darken dreams and shades-
Hollow; praying for a judgement that comes to cascade,
freedom and rage.
Lost; left behind the days,
gathering the ghost of flame-
Praying to be saved from the carrion fields carrying this plague,
Crawling from the maw, the thoughts it starts to gnaw,
relishing the brilliance of the light with in, soon it fades.
Prying away what makes us so great in these feasting fires of man.