The Rusty Cross
Dark, obscure room, crimson phantoms, announcers of doom
No light or savior in rotten place with no more flowers in bloom
Screams of silent remorse come too late for my buried corpse
Cruelly controlled by a higher force that holds all evil’s source
For it’s Lucifer himself who chose to take over my entire being
So suddenly overpowered which is imprisoning yet also freeing
Once led by Lord’s power but I could never please our Father
Trying my utmost yet never succeeding so why even bother?
Obeying to His every command, still looked upon as outcast
Seeking for that new thrill but the contrast happened too fast
Converted from good to evil at such high pace I could not rest
Where did the time go I felt blessed along my religious quest?
Laying still on the grimy soil, waiting for someone to save me
Hearing a deep voice from skies above: I shall deprave thee
As an abrupt, unexpected toss of fate contemplating my loss
For I do not see anymore light in shadow of this rusty cross
And so I take cause of my demise of the grey painted wall
In a last desperate attempt to end this all I now rapidly fall
On it, piercing right through my heart tearing myself apart
Ready for another start as my old soul now would depart