I have the devil in my soul and a knife in my heart

Twisting as a rotary quern, grinding me to dust

Blood and bone shall be the bread, as I’m shorn apart

To feast you on my suffering as I relieve you of my trust

 

For what was tender is now a poison, what was precious is now my fear

I watch you transform into the fabric of demonic dreams

For what I had washed with my agony is not pure, the distilled essence of my tear

As vessels emptied of their charge, fleeing into the ever weeping streams

 

There is no bounty nor relief, I held the crescent upon my brow

Illuminate my sorrow as howling darkness hunts my heel

For like a barge into the void I navigate, with a radiant hope at the prow

The chains of my defiance are the ardent embers of my mind’s steel

 

The torn mind is but a leaf, your voice calls out to deaf heavens bleak

For the gilded words were but lies, a fantasy for the mind so weak

The laughter bounces off the face of the moon, it upends the vessel of the stars

Where it mocks your solitary journey, impaled upon infinity’s bars

 

The realms of existence are a cage, moribund creation hurtling into space

Burning beneath the cold eye of its master, who dispenses beams of grace

As sunlight upon the icy wastes, the golden glow assuages the chill

As earth holds its breath in awe and its heartbeat for a moment is still

 

For we live for a parcel of mercy, and the hope of a regenerating smile

And we wait at the doors of silence, weeping unloved, for the turning key

For like orphans, we look up to the heavenly stair, hearts emptied of their guile

Hoping for respite from games of creation, from the confines of the world free

 

So with reddened eyes we grind our souls, pride swallowed in despair

We dream of our liberation as we reduce our bones to ash and thought

Then as ghosts clad in the firmament, we shall sail up that lonely stair

To meet the orchestrator of our symphony and gaze on the work he wrought.