Beneath the Mire

Haunted nights for halcyon days Can't sleep to the scraping of his voice Nature's way struck grief in me And I became a ghost in sickness Willingly guided into heresy Beneath the surface, stark emptiness And you'd pity my conviction Whereas I thought of myself as a leader You'd cling to your pleasant hope It is twisted fascination While I'd ruin the obstacles into despair And I'm praising death Lost love of the heart In a holocaust scene, memory Decrepit body wearing transparent skin Inside, the smoke of failure Wept for solace and submit to faith In his shadow I'm choking Yet flourishing Master A delusion made me stronger Yet I'm draped in pale withering flesh I sacrificed more than I had And left my woes beneath the mire