Jul 07, 2006 00:57
where have you gone to
my little lamb
you are lost in those famous woods
waiting for my faithful words
come out of the forest now
for your master, into the abyss
away from the cataclysm of consciousness
into the darkness of never ending dream
beyond the darkness of the night
fall now my pain filled companion
into the deepest sleep
for the end is never near
if the end is left without fear
let my emotions drain into the emptiness
of the search for your own courage
to defend to the end
the only thing you have left
for your eternal soul will be lost
to the never heeding ruler of the night
for the soul so impure
and the mind so angst filled
schedule your final days
and look through the constant shades of grey
for we look not to the uncertainty
but to the true blackness
of unbridled hatred
for the failures of mankind
poetry