Paint The World Black by Sabbat
I'm standing at theCrossroads of my life -
Nothing to lose.
Each path leads to oblivion,
Whichever one I choose.
Rising from the ashes of my plight
I traverse filaments of light,
That permeate my ethereal form -
On omnipotent threads I'm born.
Unto a place where I can find
A balm to ease my troubled mind,
That I may glimpse things
A world not grey -
And can you blame me -
Is it such a crime,
To crave for one small piece
Of heaven that I can call mine?
For years I have wadedThrough bland mediocrity,
Watched my hopes sinkIn a mire of negation.
Yet why pay the cost for aParadise lost when here is
An Eden of natures creation?
Sisters of servitude-
Fearful and fair,
Who herald good fortune
And mete out despair.
Take pity upon me and
Give back my soul,
So that I who am 'empty'
May once more be 'whole'.