The wasted bark is his only support
The silver reflecting the moon
His eyes are left to wander
He knows death will come too soon
Even though youth still fills his veins
His mind has lingered long
His worship of life ended years since
When darkness entered his song
He’s been watching over his life
From the joy at the beginning
But weariness took over
From the moments he spent sinning
Drawn into unknown rituals
Evil deeds followed suit
Sacrament from Hell
Where life was stolen loot
He snatched moments with family
They knew not of his game
They will cry when someone finds him
Despair his rise to fame
No one will remember the days he went wrong
And from now on he sings a different song
He’s waiting and pleading, forgiveness he seeks
Lost memories and thoughts he speaks
Who will send him to the next phase?
Will anyone believe the words he says?
Will he tumble like a falling star?
Sink though the shadows; he shall fall far
