The Triumphant Beast
Agony, a melody
On pain i feed
To see you in this state
Victorious feast
I love you, still you are
Part of me
I fi only avoid
Those pitiful eyes
My voice in your cries

Mind was ruined
By the rape of conscience
Could no longer be the carrier
Of this growing tumor

One last pleasure
One last wound
Please forgive me
Never felt your father's love

Exhaled his breath of rage
The last of their kind
Chanting from black outside
As he pulled his death out from the closet
Steps of hope
Rough, red release
Vast, dark, encouraging trees
What remained was a finger's strength

Demons danced
Ghouls awaiting
Sinner meal
The finger pressed