Myself Deranged

Moon bathed terrors,

In a forest meadow of suffering.

The steel wolves howl,

Devouring the warrior that is coming.

Winding  through a maze of deception,

Roaming aimlessly through the midnight.

What great beauty,

Covers your deceptuious poison,

What malicious vengeance,

Is shaded by your illation,

My delightful misery of darkness,

As I hide this state of confusion,

My thoughts cripple and throb and shatter,

Beneath my fairies fiery dilution.

Bid me fare well as I crawl into my grave,

Please make it quick,

I’m going insane.

Tear my soul from the living world,

Couldn’t stay here, just to stranged,

My god, not your god,

Is going to reign.

Grasp me in your seductive claws,

Save me from myself deranged.