: 3-Planes :
"A Walk to Remember"
sweating profusely, a stupor of meth
- with flashing illusions of beautiful death...
on these shores the sky's dark, it rains
- where i walk in shame with the mark of Cain
as squalls and waves hit in stark cascades
- a thunderstorm roars, aroused with rage
a voice in the distance calls my name..
- a metallic sound all warped and strange
a staggering, limping march of pain..
- i stumble through the rocky, harsh terrain
towards the cave - from which i hear the voice
- and an unclear static, adherent noise
i climb down the cliff - to get to the entrance
as thunder bolts clash, deadly with vengeance
feeling i'm close - to the final solution
the counteract to my mind's dissolution
great escape - no divine retribution
- a journey through fear to find absolution
organic gargoyle fixtures abhor
- the cave is draped in a malicious decor
the air's stagnant - sickly and warm
and bloody razor blades litter the floor..
- visions of war, crucifixions and gore
skin tissue hangs - in strips on the walls
the whisper enthralls - i'm hurting and weak
my fatigued frame burns from surging disease
shuteye and sleep - searching for peace
- a weary wanderer who yearns for release
stung bodies - hang from the roof
- mangled and damaged by fangs and abuse
flesh infected, battered and blue
fractured bones - shattered and bruised
the floor slippery from corpses' bile
- one seems to flash me a knowing smile
from a dangling noose... cold inside
- from the sharp glare of those glowing eyes
a war inside... the voice asks intense with rage
if i accept a fate - of incremental pain
the cave reverbs with dissent in waves
to alternative is to suffer till the end of days..
a mental grave - dark and brooding mind
a slow walk...
...through thoughts of suicide.