- Introspection -



My soul is drowned in the memories that follow with the rain,
And sear the immortal heart with regret and pain,
And draw the weary lid of the coffin of time,
And strive to bury my heart upon the open bed of pine.

I sink into lament like a stone into a stream,
And in comatose silence, I stare in space and dream,
And all the mortal fury that once burned me deep inside,
Now finds a hiding place in the endless caverns of the mind.

And all that is or was in being,
Escapes this hell like dawn-knights fleeing,
And leaves us alone with out own condemnation,
And spills the regret that will be out eternal damnation.



               - Scimitar Wraith - GOTHiC -