Something is holding me down
It makes it's way through my arms,
And through these fatigued worn fingers in fury fevered lashings of claw
I somehow manage to gain the strength it takes to emit it's evils onto the page
Blood-soaked desperate one sided attempts into the chill of all words
Let the sloth be told of horrid torment,
To watch him plagued in through for all of our years
In every time, a star of hope is shining it's regards as a sparkle of vain mockery,
In these pained attempts of self alleviation
To convert from the monster