Ill Omen
I awake to deafening silence
To dreadful sights, I can’t move; I can’t speak
Legion of old; unholy manifest
Unable to cry out, my fears beckon me

They have come for me
The devil’s advocates
One to my left, one to my right
One above gripping my neck
I can’t escape this nightmare
They whisper in my ear, “God is dead”

The hell spawn’s gaze sears deep into my being
Eyes black as night and as cold as the void

I begin to waste away
Death has its grip on me
No peace, no serenity
Only pain in this darkness
At the hand of my oppressor
I cannot escape this pain
I cannot awake from this dream
My body shakes ever so violently
Now awake, but the shadows still remain
Demons from Hell, sent to torment me
Fear holds my mind as I lie, still paralyzed
The hands of Hell reach out to capture me

I lie so speechless
I cannot make a sound
I have accepted that this is my demise
“Father; why has thou forsaken me?”
The only thought I can exhume in this wretched place

My eyes are blinded by the dark
The light dissipates
Death comes crawling from the void; inevitable
My soul slips away into the black abyss
I cannot hear your voice
I cannot see your face
Lost to the depths of Hell
My soul fades away
Into nothing

One last time, I awake from my dreadful state
The hellions tremble at sight of their defeat
One word is all I speak
At once the dark is gone
A hand reaches out to me from above
Jesus