Azathoth's Lair

Invocation, Ember's Dying Glow

We are all possessed with pure intent.
To each we give an eternal descent.
Into the bleak void our souls we toss.
With but one word or so for the loss.
I see the stars on many a night.
It fills my heart with horrid fright.
Insecure, the human race.
Trying to accept, we go fast pace.
A pawn is the only role for I.
I'll bare the mark until I die.
The silent hordes of many dead.
Comfort my fear while lying in bed.
It feeds upon their wails and pleas.
To free them from that infernal disease.
The only cure is poison so pure.
Enough so much as to disfigure the demure.
Acceptance of a fate so damned.
Mortality is the flame which is fanned.
Music tinges my corrupt thoughts.
Of past society and their evil wrought.
God Damn this trap from which escape is for naught.
The sad thing is forever shall you be caught.
Pay heed to those who stepped before.
Who's children told the old tales of yore.
You cannot change the being of life.
All that awaits is pain and strife.