Whispers of the Serpent

Far beyond the reach of my mind Lays the one who traverses, walking none Winding etched paths Opening neural pathways to the hatred of mankind Waiting as the forefather of the darkness Hissing inside Suspending a moment in time The cold surface constricts ever so tight in the night Eyes wide shut, unable to move Paralyzing our sleep Indiscriminate Just hunger and lungs I try to stop by tasting the end of my gun But I can't stop now For there is work to be done Saving them from this worthless life The sudden chill of the night Wakes the surface of the skin The hair rises before the absence of anything you've once recognized And now I bear the true light I bear the vision the slithered from time Crushing the air Devoured, none spared Serving its purpose for all to despair Beckoning whispers of lament and eternal shade There is only one way I know to keep The whispers of the serpent at bay (I can hear it say) When I end the light in their waning eyes There is no pleasure Simply the relief in peace of mind This entity that resides is a mistake of nature And I know that I must be destroyed When I end the light in their waning eyes There is no pleasure Simply the relief in peace of mind This entity that resides is a mistake of nature And I know that I must be destroyed