Lord of the Flies
I am afraid
of the dark
because
that's where I live
a body
without meaning,
my own
disfigured limbs
I shall
not speak of fear,
but something
far beyond it
a world
which I've created
but in
which I cannot live
A light
surrounds my coffin
where the
meeting of two worlds collide
no skeleton
to offer, hung upon a cross
I have
doomed myself to stay forever paralyzed
the death
of dream's creation, Lord of the Flies
This tomb
we call the earth cannot rectify
the nothingness
of being
Lord of
the Flies
Ties that
will bind you unto me in death and in sleep
This is
plague, the withered flesh
of souls
who have stopped searching
never will
you rest
Perhaps
I am speaking from under a veil
my heart
and I lay bleeding
tears of
angels who've failed
Children,
come and take me by the hand
then you
will learn to understand
that fire
is fire and sand is sand
come take
me by the hand
Lost in
a thought called freedom
I seek
a form of escape, I wake alone and weeping
to find
my features erased
A light
surrounds my coffin
where the
meeting of two worlds collide
no skeleton
to offer, hung upon a cross
I have
doomed myself to stay forever paralyzed
the death
of dream's creation, Lord of the Flies
This tomb
we call the earth cannot rectify
the nothingness
of being
Lord of
the Flies
Ties that
will bind you unto me in death and in sleep
This is
plague, the withered flesh
of souls
who have stopped searching
never will
you rest, never will you rest
this is
the world in which we live
the darkened
path on which we crawl
never to
rise - we climb only to fall
I have made
a land of resin
in my hand
lies the key
you must
take it