Your Darkest Dreams

I am heaven and hell combined
All within this twisted mind
And know where else shall you find
A fire that burns as hot as in my mind

In my hand I hold your life
Your sands of time
I empty your glass, grain by grain with my bloody knife
In return I get no black dollar – no evil dime

I carry the sins of all souls
In the palm of my hand
I crush their faces without pity
And their sorrow I demand

In all the places I creep
Leaving behind a wrath of destruction
A trail of blood follows the souls in my hand which weep
Yet you still ask for my name

My feet walk upon the graves of the living
My face is as black as the heart of society
You are only alive because I haven’t cut your last thread
I consume every last one of your feared thoughts
And make you live in dread

Some call me the devil
Some call me a saint
I knock upon the doors of those who are faint
I drift from shadow to shadow
And darkness is my ally
I am the master of your darkest dreams

© Ben.S 2004