Walking The Night

covering all thoughts of conception
untold by the prince of darkness
endure hated contrast of moments
broken into clusters of tales
my lungs are fading into black
gasps for scarce lag of vanity
a collection of lies infect the wound
leaving deaths door open for me
a final soul of criminal intent
will be found and convicted
memories existing down the long path
when my life breaks
holding on while i pick up pieces
and my fingertips burn away
unable to realize (identity)
and nothing will change the (horror)
ravish legions come to burn it away
punishment, pain, imposed torment
a child sinning, a haunting gratitude
blasphemy resides in cursed followers.