Wishing You To Hell

Wishing you to hell and back, will never quench my hate.
But only on the darkest night will my anger dissipate.
And only by the moonlight will the raven caw its welcome.
As I sit beside the window with the stars above for lonesome.

Staring at the bedroom door I find a shadow creeping.
For death has come with rotting flesh to search the women weeping.
For only in the moonlight will the raven catch its breath.
And as I lie on the floor next to the dying fires hearth.

Bringing winds a floating and smell of blood in air.
My desire only is to fracture this despair.
The feathers of the raven are all thats left Im sure.
And naught but candlelight is the only thing thats pure.

Yearning for the darkness to bereft of me my life.
I find you standing next to me with a hammer and a knife.
I am not scared or paralyzed, but melancholy instead.
For I no before that I awake that I will sure be dead.