u/DeadEnd776

I don’t think I’m meant to be here,

Sitting and loathing in the fear.

They say they love me till death,

But I see the hollow lies in their breath.

Every day that goes by,

Makes me certain I’m ready to die.

The Anchor of my soul weighs heavy,

And my loved ones pay the levy.

But if this ship is ready to sail,

It’s finally a task I won’t fail.

Into those blackened seas,

I’ll finally be free.

Although they’ll feel the pain,

Time will wash it away like the rain.

And to my worn and weathered mind,

A blissful silence I’ll finally find.

So long to the world I once knew,

I’ll pay my debt that’s long due.

I’ve fought an endless war for so long,

And now it fades away in a quiet song.

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Through all my days on this earth,

You taught me ambition.

You’ve given me strength

For this war of attrition.

 

Like a strong sturdy oak,

You’d weather the storm.

You’ve built us this house,

To keep us all warm.

 

But cracks began to form,

Rotting you from inside.

You didn’t seek help,

Which I fear caused the divide.

 

Im older and wiser now,

But I remember the day.

You thought you didn’t belong,

So you cast us away.

 

Theres's days that I wish,

It was all just a dream.

I sit and I think,

As tears form a stream.

 

I’ll solemnly reflect,

On all that I've learned.

I'll look and I’ll weep,

At the bridges we’ve burned.

 

Upon a throne of marrow seeped in cold

She waits in the blackened swirling abyss,

To claim the prize no living hand could hold,

Forming upon her head with a deceitful hiss.

 

She's the queen of all that is wretched,

A goddess of pure malignance.

Her children are the neglected,

Drowning in viscid abhorrence.

 

Yet none dare to gaze upon her diadem of the damned,

That unholy crown of twisted bone and screaming light.

Those that do become unraveled strand by strand,

And cower before its eternal night.

 

Forged from the screams of gods who've long since fallen,

It harbors the madness of a thousand hells.

It's seen the passing of eons long since forgotten,

It's power ringing out like twisted funeral bells.

 

All bow and hail to the harbinger of misery,

Those who don't may join the lost.

There's no escape from her endless tyranny,

Our tortured souls forever trapped in frost.