The Flesh

Falling through my own damnation Destitute I fight in futility Lost forever without a path Lies told in earnest From the hollow gods, I will draw no solace The words of comfort from the weak bring no hope The bloody hooks in my flesh chained to weights My journey made into torture, of which there is no reprieve The days are long, the nights are worse Here amongst the shadows Walking down this winding dark road I was born alone, I’ll die alone False light, somewhere in the distance Pale and hollow, fleeting and gone Weakness creeps into a faltering mind There will never be hope