Once i went home
the walls where cold and bare
i looked for the comfort of mothers hand
only to find deaths cold piercing stare
lurking behind the curtains of my mind
stalking the movement of my subconscious being
waiting for the hands to hit the last hour
the shallow but labored pains of life
the last fleeting feeling of love incarnate
what is left but the word of the lord
should you fear eternal damnation
or whispering lies to a jealous god?
