Cypher

Cutting through the dreams and memories
Haunted by the images of the nonexistent
It is unreal how the unreal controls the real
Reality spins away as only the ache of shame remains
Leaving a void so black that light is dashed into blood drops
Dripping from the brow of an imposter savior
His crown of thorns is worn by his subjects
Enslaving them to the will of a mysterious delusion
Cast from iron bars that once shaped cells for the wicked
I've taken the beast by the horns and become his host
So what do the wildfires in my mind mean?
The aberration excited by pain and malicious intent,
Where can the source be reached?
Craving the satisfaction to watch you suffer under my turpitude,
From which of my traumas did this emerge?
I've searched the scrolls and I've searched the skies
Scourge after scourge the whips fall without cease
That dark horse king is crucified each night with rusty nails before I shut my eyes
But when the time comes to rise from slumber
I'm reaching for the shovel of the grave digger locking me under
Cast to the abyss again I awake to cold shudders
Once again I've dreamed a dream that sets to nourish the entity in my skin
Crawling with claws along the ridges of my bones
I yearn for him to pull through so I may crush his spine
Teach me the keys to solve the enigma
Before the spell is spoken setting the date that we all shall perish