Drumming from the darkness,

Enveloping shadows of night.

Bringing thoughts to starkness,

Old pains start again to bite.

Not strong enough, not even close,

A total weakness of mind and soul.

Tingle from head to toes,

Heart turns black as coal.

Fire without light heating the air,

Shadow and hate, hand in hand.

Can't escape its scornful snare,

Turning boulder and stone to sand.

And I am losing the grip on this thread,

I can't see, I can't find the final end.

Can't shed it, hands widespread

Just go deeper, into descend.

Down, down I walk, I don't see

The exit, no escape from thorns.

I want to care again but I just flee,

And I feel the shape with horns.

Abaddon of the discarded and broken,

Her fur wet with tears and blood.

She has her arms open to all heartbroken

But her embrace soils you with mud.

Just gruel made out of disappointment,

Numerous pages in the manuscript of the lost.

The prince of lies gives you an appointment.

And you accept it, not caring for the cost.

So shadows whisper in my ear,

Talking about blood and trust.

All I want is for it to disappear

The water of life turning me to rust.