One With Misery

The stars shine down on the crimson sky as the night falls uponThe pain arrives and hurts like a twist of a knifeIt makes him wish to be goneSo he's facing the curtain descending with a razorblade smileHe's taken the path neverending yet only to walk for a whileHe's gazing through all that is thereand sees the world left for him to despiseBlissfully feeling so dead, no glimmer in his eyesSo no more joy or forgiving, he's one with miseryNothing left to believe in, he's reaching out to be freeOn that trail the warrior rideschasing the fall of his soulLife's been too dire so the fullest desire has dieddeep from insideOn that trail the warrior ridesfrom the cradle straight to the graveWithin his heart he feels his soul's being barredyet aberrant' aberrant