The Beast
Disillusioned in the shadows of darkness...

Her infrastructure shows a deviation,
Not by her design but there the same...

Take a walk in the darkness, of a shattered mind,
And a soul that weeps from despair...

She seeks shadowed delusions in the forest,
She is crying and the tears stain her clothes...

I died that day...
I gave my life doing what I loved best...

Defiantly she stood at the edge of the trees,
Thickening fog has obscured her view...

There is a myth among the tales told,
Where when the sun has finally set...

Surrounded by the iron gates,
The mist floats through the graveyard lamps...

In a random state of unconsciousness,
Disregard the stories you read...

The mechanism failed in the rebellion shadowed by...
The context appeared as confusion in realms of her...

It's an eerie kind of silence,
Where your heartbeat fills your head...

Passion boils where darkness dwells,
And spirits rise to cast their spells...