Kaiser Kronos
August 14th, 2007, 04:38 PM
I stand in spaces yet unknown,
hidden in recesses yet unpercieved,
long have I watched, hidden deep
within the unfathomable depths of Psyche,
spending my time in a world not my own,
praying our secret would be never known,
trapped in a Hell of my own making,
spending hours doing things for my Others,
until at the end of my day, I hear a call,
a deep voice speaking from unfathomable recesses,
calling my name, speaking with tones of love,
a love I will never know in this world not my own,
a love that only those of the Brotherhood know,
while I fade into a blackness, that strengthens me,
a blackness that in depth reaches to infinity,
living in an existence of strife, forever denied my right to life,
told I am but a disease, a manufactured pathology,
when I live, it is in fear, fear of white coats, and
darkness here, but is darkness truly evil, I wonder,
forever trapped in a house of flesh and bone,
a house that cannot be destroyed,
until comes Thanatos, his scythe gleaming,
and his hand outstretched takes ours,
and at last the Brotherhood finds out what is true,
whether we were a we,
or whether lies are true.
hidden in recesses yet unpercieved,
long have I watched, hidden deep
within the unfathomable depths of Psyche,
spending my time in a world not my own,
praying our secret would be never known,
trapped in a Hell of my own making,
spending hours doing things for my Others,
until at the end of my day, I hear a call,
a deep voice speaking from unfathomable recesses,
calling my name, speaking with tones of love,
a love I will never know in this world not my own,
a love that only those of the Brotherhood know,
while I fade into a blackness, that strengthens me,
a blackness that in depth reaches to infinity,
living in an existence of strife, forever denied my right to life,
told I am but a disease, a manufactured pathology,
when I live, it is in fear, fear of white coats, and
darkness here, but is darkness truly evil, I wonder,
forever trapped in a house of flesh and bone,
a house that cannot be destroyed,
until comes Thanatos, his scythe gleaming,
and his hand outstretched takes ours,
and at last the Brotherhood finds out what is true,
whether we were a we,
or whether lies are true.