Ghost Of Perdition

Ghost of MotherLingering deathGhost on Mother's bedBlack strands on the pillowContour of her healthTwisted face upon the headGhost of perditionStuck in her chestA warning no one readTragic friendshipCalled inside the fogPouring venom brew deceivingDevil cracked the earthly shellForetold she was the oneBlew hope into the room and said:"You have to live before you die young"Holding her downChanneling darknessHemlock for the GodsFading resistanceDraining the weaknessPenetrating inner lightRoad into the dark unawareWinding ever higherDarkness by her sideSpoke and passed her byDedicated hunterWaits to pull us underRose up to it's callIn his arms she'd fallMother light receivedAnd a faithful servant's freeIn time the hissing of her sanityFaded out her voice and soiled her nameAnd like marked pages in a diaryEverything seemed clean that is unstainedThe incoherent talk of ordinary daysWhy would we really need to live?Decide what is clear and what's within a hazeWhat you should take and what to giveGhost of perditionA saint's premonition's unclearKeeper of holy hoardsKeeper of holy whoresTo see a beloved sonIn despair of what's to comeIf one cut the source of the flowAnd everything would changeWould conviction fallIn the shadow of the righteousThe phantasm of your mindMight be calling you to goDefying the forgotten moralsWhere the victim is the prey