Cryptic Triptych

A Poem by Amduscia

The screams of the Undead, I have seen where it grows...

Infected, My throat is an open grave...

Through the black, turn Your back, and run...

As We wept, the sky went red...

A broken upper hand...

Not ready to die, within this Awakening...

Beheaded, My heartstrings come undone, amidst the faces that fall apart...

Less than nothing, within the Summer of Darkness, I behold its Beauty through the eyes of a Predator...

Annihilating the Corrupt, whilst I play dead, everything was white...

The latest and the last of the Coffin builders...

The flame that guides Us home, is not I, as I lay, undying, in relentless intolerance, deteriorating the Soldiers Song...

Be the Fire to My Soul, and My thousand apologies within the Science of Lies...

The tide began to rise, as We stormed the Gates of Hell, to lead Us home...

Sixteen years, fading away, so carry Me down a thread of light...

I am You, the Incision of Your Thorns, the one following the Wolves, to the fiction Kingdom, haunted by the Wrath of God...

No reason to exist within this Grand Finale...

Descending upon Us, is this Lifewar, collapsing, upon this, this line drawn...

Driving nails through a World, which is a Thorn...

Tie this around Your neck, then just breathe in the shallow water...

Now You feel as though You could, bleed within the tears, desiring the pain of the driven nails...

Crucifix'd, not God Forsaken, is My destiny, as I wake unto the Tomorrow which never comes...

Am I someone worthy to Hate? ...Am I the means to an End?

This I know... We don't care about resistance...

Other than Dead Flowers, what is left? I am stone...

Death is an artificial light, what I am not...

Being the last one alive, I will fail You...

One last song, and one last Cross to bear...

Hell doesn't need Me...

In time, such will be beyond Me...

Pouring gasoline upon the Heart of a Graveyard...

Waste Me, within My helpless Hope...

...Then count the cost of Your Vile means... Solace comes to less...