A Never Ending Search for Closure
Digging through the yards of bodies, to finally emerge
My hands carry the scent of the soulless, the soul seeking
I hold out my hands using this frame
to seek vengeance upon the living through possession
killing their killers with these hands, my hands
To grant me their visions, their last seconds from the world
it's not dreams I wake from, it's their whispers and their cries
To a child you were their only trust, the only light to be shaped not to decay
Souls were too young to cry out, only left to watch as their protectors become the possessed
Digging through the yards of bodies, to finally emerge
My hands carry the scent of the soulless, the soul seeking
How many of the innocent, the defenseless have to fall from a loved ones hands?
In this life span there will be this revenge which only some may wish for
Autor(es): Shaun Gier
