Praxile
i haven't told many people about this but there's something inside of me.... it's all my hate....all my fury.... all my passion and depression.... and longing....this demon takes control- i am merely a puppet. it is a part of me... and in my countless hours of pain and suffering, i've come to call it PRAXILE
I thought he had left
Thought he'd gone away
Maybe he's beginning to rue
Entering this saddened state.
This side of me is alien
It just isn't me
But no one separates these parts
But i don't blame them, you see?
Reach into my heart and rip away this corrupted soul
There is nothing else left to fill this empty hole
Just gemme the fucking knife and i'll do it all myself
And with this blade i toast for good health
This demon that haunts me in my sleep
The nightmares i dream, are horrors indeed
That trusting family!
That loving home!
I'm now cast out!
AND I'M ALL ALONE!
SO----
Curse my name
Bury me alive
Ignite my skin
Make me a funeral pyre
Stab into me with all your hate!
Twist it around and make me take!
Let me bleed all i can bleed and-
Let your God take me to a better place!
I wish it was that easy
But i can't ascend
Up into the lofty heavens
I'm afraid i'm spent
Motionless and sick
I truely want death
Bring me your Reaper
Or my Praxile at best
But with my dying voice
I give you the World
A world born upon fury
A world nursed by scorn...
...Praxile is there....
His black eyes just stare....
Vacantly forward....
Like he hadn't a care....
Low and lonesome Praxile died that day.... But another Crimson Soldier arose in his stead.... To reawaken the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse..........Terradox the Brutality
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