Solitude Speaks

Part One:
Leave me to be the Lone stranger that I am
Through my isolation, I look through though the looking glass
What be said of my life? I ask through concentration
I see none, with only solitude as my friend , with no more desperation
Lost of voice to speak my mind, away from my kind
Down a spiral, through the hurricane, the vortex of time
A web of lies, and deceit, covers me whole, wrapped in a disguise
The Crow laughs and dies and flies into the skies
Reborn again because of my cowardice, resurrected because of my malice
Fed of fear, he bathes in the darkness of my depression
Choking me, so that I cant breathe, killing me so I can be torn
no light at the end of the tunnel, a maze of thorns
The Crow looks on, because I am a fool, plays with my sins for me to give in
Within its feathers a dark heart grows, no more love to give, nothing to hold
Detached of emotions, no more than a weakling

Part Two:
Deprived of my dignity, to die, but to be tormented is my sentence
The last stand is spoken my fate is set behold the day when the apocalypse threat
The evil is poundering no more blood to run through left
Tears of red, down my grave,, with one last look at the sun, I regret
Drowning in the abyss of nothingness
Never to live, Never to exist, The Crow has control, a song of defeat
I only ask for one thing, where be the justice?
I ask for one action, one practice
Judged on wrongs and not on rights, how come I can’t look into the light?
The soul ponders, though fragile is still in elation
I ask for Gods hand, though I get none, I grieve in resignation
No white flag, no peace offering, I know where I’m going
No more tears, just drops of blood, no more indignation
The desire to be loved is naught, for only darkness is my lover

Part Three:
The veil of passion weeps, for grief is sweet
The Crow hath the power, the keeper of my confined spirit
He laughs while I cry in anguish, through the midnight air
Acquainted with my inner demons, he befriends, aware of my despair
The melancholy of my sorrow, is like music to his ears, while the sound of happiness, is a weakness making tears
Plays me like a finger puppet, like a little girl possessed
ruins my life, with no strings attached
Anticipating hope, though bleak, is my dream, change is what I want, getting rid of my sins
Being held captive, defines my desire, a yearn to be released, a yearn to let go
A yearn for something, something unknown
Death opened its thousands of doors, letting me through , like Alice in the rabbit hole
Solitude Speaks

Part Four:
Into the hands of the Devil, into the hands of The Crow
Into the pit less fathoms of the underworld, the source of all evil, the fiery pits of Hell
Pain is my neighbour, torture my neighbour, Evil the leader , Satan’s right hand man
My heart is gone, burned in sulphur, no where else to turn, but surrender
Torture me a thousand times, the physical pain does naught, nothing like the mind games and emotional upheaval I’ve gained
Do not pity me, for I deserve none, Love never loved me and never will, shedding tears of blood, I was sought, my only lovers the darkness and the depression
Drowning in the vortex of the unknown abyss, with not much of a life to live
I ask my lost Angel...
“ What did I do, to deserve this?”.
My sins exposed in the books of the Lord, while I runaway, like a coward into the void

Part Five:
Tempted by The Crow, abstinence now gone, my lust for love, a strong passion, seduced by wrong
I turned down God, going the other way, my transgression for freedom, came in the form of dismay
Hope abandoned me, Love hated me, the extravagance of God compelled me
A lonesome figure, I hid, living in the shadows of peoples dreams, though still, lost and confined to shouts and screams
My Angel protecting me, seeing no wrong, hid me behind his wings, hid me from the blows, now he’s gone
Self pity is mostly on my thoughts, how selfish, how ignorant I am of life’s cruelties and miseries, that I’m caught
“Haven’t I done enough, to please you Lord? must I sink so low , that I have to buy myself into heaven?”

Part Six:
With my Angel gone, and no love form God, I can only save myself
The fallen petal, from the blossoming flower has withered with anger and hate
The Crow feeding on my greed, drinking my pride and prejudice, away from this world, crushing my soul harder and harder, making me weak
“Where is the peace I need?”, I cry.
My pleas echo, no one can hear them though
“Where is the Love I need?”
I live with my faults and weaknesses, realising my flaws, how much do I repent!
With Rosemarie beads I pray...
“Lord, I am sorry, I have offended thee, I just hope you have it in your heart to forgive me...”
I hear naught, bar The Crows laughter, it seems as if I’m living a dream, when truly I am gone with the wind.