Release

Everystep I take I tread on the dark hour
the moment in time set apart for the devoured
the souls ofthose comeand gone in time
a space between reality and damnation in my mind
no pretense of some far away desire for hope
seeing theworld for what it is trying to cope
no reason enters my psyche and now I am lost
but through all my mischievious doings I must pay the cost
time for me to face my finale and let it all go
will I survive the onslaught, the answeris no
I weaken every moment I remain
I can always feel the intensity of all the worlds pain
I took the burden square on my shoulders to bare
my end is coming soon, of that I am fully aware
I can only hope for something swift and precise
fore I am a twist of fate and I must now roll my own dice.