Outcast Falling

Dripping blackness
full of malice
Darker than night
my soul built of fright
In depression I'm trapped
all my energy sapped
I walk down a cold Hallway
Faceless stone not but grey
Aged and cracked, marked by dust
Doors lined up, open I must
but my stringy muscles are but mocked
By rusted hinges and handles locked
So I continue down my unlit street
hoping for a guide to meet
lost in dark the hall opens up
a maze of possibilities with dust not interrupt
I leave the mark of my feet
as into the shadows I retreat
A Golden Globe shines on down
but its light doesn't meet my ground
My will has gone as my Morale fades
And in the dark I see ghostly shades
of people like me
screaming silently to be free
Chains of dark formed of sadness
Sheds does my human likeness
as He comes to speak
but we are both to weak
I followed his way
and now I'm doomed to stay
in these stifling caverns
lost in dark patterns
Yet I see a way to change
but to the living it seems so strange
we could change society
could influence Reality
but no one listens to my "mad" ravings
busy with their green anchors and savings
no one looks at us beaten outcasts
and so the darkness lasts
Crucified on scraping paper by staining ink
no one uses their heads to think
they Kill the souls that reside here
in night to thick for them to peer
But now I've found the shining gate
but I fear I am to late
Should I turn my back to the sun
and allow my feelings to have won
or should I shed my morality
in favor of the light's "humanity"?
In darkness I rage with only myself
the lit faces sneer at squandered wealth
wasted brains with moral feelings
my shining shades singing, screaming
we wraiths of brilliance
wasting in the darkness
but in this dark we make new light
in clinging shadows we carry the fight
The answer projects to me
and finally I can see
the path revealed formed of smoke
and in a sweet voice it spoke
but my back I did turn
to the Darkness I Return