Under ebony shades

Abased by my grief,
The troubled mind i bear,
Drags me down the abyss of
Endless loneliness.

Enlight the reek in which you dwell.
You re the weak your soul has fell.
-hear the prayer of a lost soul.

Even though the greatest of my wishes
Is being stoic, god has made me
One of many stooges.

Trusting only thou
Who is alike myself.
I merge with the darkness
That embraces me for who i am.

Emaciated by their faulter moves,
They hide under the cloak of blasphemy.
Desperately yearning for love,
Finding only misery avount

Now i loath the presence of god,
Whom i had such trust in.
Only to be abandoned,
My hardest of times.

Pierce the mind see what is not.
Try to sense the spirit rot.