Myrk

I Am The Symbolic Torture

Myrk


I can see 
with the eyes... 
Of the forgotten ghost 
they are horified 
with icons of old gods 
they pray 
for their strenght 
they are in my visions... 
I've searched since 
the birth of man 
the things 
I have seen in my visions 
visions of things to come 
wings falling from above... 
They are in my visions... 
I see myself torture... 
Torture... 
By who 
am I controlled? 
The visions cannot tell 
shall I suffer alone? 
Or am I against 
me in war? 
With gray shadows 
from his era 
I felt 
I was the symbolic torture 
in the place 
no one ever came 
only the visions I saw