Ghost of Perdition

Ghost of Mother

Lingering death

Ghost on Mother's Bed

Black strands on the pillow

Contour of her health

Twisted face upon the head

Ghost of perdition

Stuck in her chest

A warning no one read

Tragic friendship

Called inside the fog

Pouring venom brew deceiving

Devil cracked the earthly shell

Foretold she was the one

Blew hope into the room and said

You have to live before you die young

Holding her down

Channeling darkness

Hemlock for the gods

Fading resistance

Draining the weakness

Penetrating inner light

Road into the dark unaware

Winding ever higher

Darkness by her side

Spoke and passed her by

Dedicated hunter

Waits to pull us under

Rose up to it's call

In his arms she'd fall

Mother light received

And a faithful servent's free

In time the hissing of her sanity

Faded out her voice and soiled her name

And like marked pages in a diary

Everything seemed clean and is unstained

The incoherent talk of ordinary days

Why would we really need to live

Decide what is clear and what's within a haze

What you should take and what to give

Ghost of Perdition

A saint's premonitions unclear

Keeper of holy hordes

Keeper of holy whores

To see a beloved son

In despair of what's to come