The End of the Hour

Vicious wounds cluttered upon my arms Many marks I have forgotten Steady rush as the nightmares take hold Close my eyes to find the pieces They are mine. they are mine. Widening eyes as the light burns away Assure myself I own the heavens They are mi

Blackened skies surround me When I cut my veins Everytime it is the same Ash is falling rain But why? Floating down to earth Burnt human remains Choking all who inhale This ashen falling rain Wading through a sea of black The mothers hunter their you

I awaken through the fog of the dying. Her face, it calls me home. Through the doors, a strangers scent cuts the air. Run, I swear I'll find you, your blood, it stinks upon the wind. Look to the sky, you will find no comfort there. You are doomed and

You called it down A bloody wrath A finger points to the distant horizon You try to scream With bulging eyes Your feet are frozen in your steady barren hole A blinding light A flash of heat Those who are there disintegrated immediately Melted masses

Those eyes, they bore into me As I stripped the of their life. How can this be? polluted memory. All these things happened, were they real? I can still feel, this hatred burns intense, More than my memories from the past. And who is he? I murdered vi

Bludgeoned, bleeding, burning, screaming...barely alive. Cattle feeding, hardly eating, waste of life. Forest sweeping, slowly creeping, look in their eyes. Bullets meeting flesh with teeth to rip out their insides. Rage is a shadow behind me Sorrow