I hold this exorcism to rid my body of this
Unwelcome haze of deception and spite
Signals of discord becoming clear as day
For it is bleak as night, I've seen the light fade to abysmal gray from comforting white
Manic destruction will quickly morph to isolation
The pressure seeps as the body rejects the mind
Violent imagery of death's immortal touch
A sickness not above its cure, nor below its design

Misery has taken hold of me
One by one the pieces fall into insanity
I hear the dirge, a voice like a symphony
Of suffering, unraveling, is this enough transparency?

Muted cries turn to visible signs of anguish
The thin veil dissolves into nothingness
I hold this exorcism to rid my body and mind
Of this illusion of hopelessness

Sorrow saved me
By manifesting into sound
But when the world went silent
And the barriers came crashing down
Sorrow saved me
Or so I thought
A fuel to the fire of sadness
Set me ablaze and sent me into madness

The ultimate hypocrisy is happiness is suffering
Toiling in a sanctum of silent screams
Hoping for epiphanies through wasted time
The patterns not accepted but expected each night
This void is my home, this sickness
Dare to speak out and be judged
This is not a cycle of going through the motions
Welcome to confession through raw emotion

Muted cries turn to improvement by introspection
The thin veil no longer regenerates
I rid my body and mind of this illusion
But this specter never dies, there's no conclusion

Sorrow saved me
By manifesting into sound
But when the world went silent
And the barriers came crashing down
Sorrow saved me
Or so I thought
A fuel to the fire of sadness
Set me ablaze and sent me into madness

All hope is gone
No rest at night, no peace at dawn
In total silence you can hear the voice of the spawn

I am the ghost that whispers in your ear
Laughing at your vespers of desperation
I fear no man, no words, no threats, no cross
I am the black that reigns down when the will to live is lost

May we all find peace in the realms that await us.