Burn Alone

[The_Insane_Poet96]

I am ever so close to being lost forevermore;
evermore torn by this agony I do outpour.
What, therefore, shall I do with my bleak core?
I am locked in a room deprived of but one door;
climbing to the summit adjacent to the haven of lost and forsaken lore,
And nevermore shall I enter this haven, from hell I am bore and to heaven I am tore.

So tell me, for I do inquire,
with my bleak attire and courage of a noble squire,
will I acquire life even as my voracious appetite of a vampire longs for blood and body entire?
Dire manifested nightmares are the empire over every act my soul so dared,
and aggression now burns like a continental flare circumventing the world now retired.

My body has only such a capacity of patience for my soul,
and once the bell tolls, I will not possess the non-existent self-control,
betrothed to passionate anger from the pits of my spirit so cold,
so droll is it that this path to which I stroll is to hold and be fueled by burning coal and brimstone!
But, this bleak day, I shall not burn alone!
To dust I shall return, and I shall return with my bloodline tree’s abounded bones!
To my bones, this insanity brews these desires I shall not condone:
These desires manifested in this world with evil’s it has never known.