I lie stretched across my bed,
the silvery, tranquil light of the moon upon my breast
Naked as the day I was born
I sigh
A bloody tear drips from my eye
anguished screams of tormented souls
pierce the silence I have never known
so many victims, so many girls
with shining eyes and flowing curls
trembling, crying beneath his cold hard stare
wishing for death
a quick slaughter of the innocent...and yet
he grins without a care
mocking all that's right and fair
Those eyes of his are death within themselves
blood red and smoldering with evil
I scream and cry, trying to mentally stamp out their flame
to put out the fire that no one can tame
I cry out to God to save me from my own horrid thoughts
memories belonging to another push their way into my mind
I curse at the insanity that struggles to rule my brain
I must remain strong or evil will reign!
"Help me Lord!" I cry and fall to my knees
"Answer my prayers! Succumb to my pleas!"
and then a hissing voice comes out of the darkness,
the room grows hotter and flames
seem to leap on the shadows of the wall
"sell your soul, sell your soul"
it whispers to me, mocking me with smoldering eyes
Does the Lord not hear my cries?
Satan tempts me, drives me insane
with mad images of rape and murder and yet..
the Lord does not come
and all that I have known,
all the madness of my life
whirls in a hideous vision in front of my eyes
making me see and realize
that I cannont be saved when the beast I fight
is myself and all my sins
one who fights their conscious, never wins.