Fear Not the Light of Death

for every soul broken
a soul will be healed
this soul i thought healed
was not, but temporarily softened.

ask the souls as they depart to the unknown
what pain do they feel as they expire
to what broken shame do they point
what hall of damnation do they aspire

for wondering of death
experience first hand
agony of spirit torn from a flesh
speaking of flames and searing pain

these thoughts that wind, some misty, some iron
are the foretelling of future not carved in stone
this enigma of death, this cohort of affinity
is only the illusion of leading through the trenches of a mind

ponder, what travesty lay in wait
wonder, what wishes leak from the side
hunger, for closer to this lie
sunder, brake away from this life

dull creations born of insanity
call forth the defender of warped memories
to have a thorn well placed in your mind
and once again make you fear the dark light

so be ended fright of deaths legacy
blow out this candle of lies and deceit
turn away for strong souls will not be turned
farewell to you who stands at the end i do not choose