The Scorn, pt.IV

As the rage subsides, new life forms

The storm inside, finally fading

The damage done, soul fragmented

A vice to clutch and stand

Sanity restored after all endured

Rain subsists within

In a daze, blinded by the shine

Adjusted to the darkness

To be reforged, I must shed

This skin of leprosy

Calmed, the feat still daunting

To bare my soul

Ever so frightening

Disguised, I remain unknown

No trials, no sentence

A chaste veil shrouds

A tainted enigma

Lest the apocalypse finally dawns

This plague must be kept safe

Despite the small comforts

Terror still encases my heart

A torment self-wrought

The cleansing, always welcomed

Until the withdrawals consume me

Take away these chains

I cling to the wall

Afraid to leave this buried realm

To enter the revealing light

Let me break

Please, destroy what I have become

Tear down these walls

Desecrate this reality...