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