With Torches In Hand

Trading away this desperate situation
Pacing at random
Haunted by tenacious ghosts
Servitude draws so close
Still biding my lacking time
Sitting through this all
Possessing this frail form
Stewing in age, awaiting doom
Everything goes to shit
Sure, this all has to end
Nothing worth mentioning
A lack of decency
Where is my meal, strapped to this chair

A cosmic horror, pure tragedy of
Monstrous proportions
The grounds will quake
In the wake of the events
At least for me

Absolution
This illusion already spreading thin
Decisions
Facilitate my awaiting calling
Been there now, done it all
No chance for a second try at all
Delusions, spreading thin
All this for breaking my boundaries

During these restless nights
Lingering hope haunts us miscreants
This poisonous miasma
Ceaselessly torments us all
With all else long broken
The will is left to be shattered still

Certainty lacerates my insides
Penalty dire, bleak, my defilement