The Locust Preacher

Static! Static! My jaundice gaze Cover the mirrors, I don’t want to see Weakened and weary, return to my slumber Hands reaching slowly, I’m anchored in place Vessels of doom, prophets of terror Doing their damning and terrible deeds Trying to listen, struggling to answer Voices which come from the depth of my fear Am I a product of my surroundings, or does the nightmare follow me? Am I stuck here between the shadows? Is there hope for my forgotten soul? I’m alone but I’m not on my own Forced to meet with the bearers of fate Continuing to lose grip on all that surrounds me And now I’m staring myself in the face I’m hollow but fully contingent Decomposing from the inside out Clutching at the tail of my sanity And losing grip every second I can’t keep holding on But God help me if I try to let it go The sweet caress of unconscious release Submerges me into the unknown My helplessness is too much to bear Please tell me there’s some way for me to escape I can’t let it come I can’t just hand myself over Don’t let it take me Please don’t, please let me go Don’t let it take me No! Why are they here? What have I done in a past life? To what debt do I owe? I try not to fear I know that that fear is what brings them here Drifting between the veils of what is now and what used to be real How can I be free / When the more that I think of them the more that they tear at me? Is it my destiny to be bound to the doom of my half-waking state? Now it’s too late