writing Desolation

[Ferret Girl 2,642]

Desperate in these hands of mine

The ever clear memories I fear to see

Desolation of my heart and all its claim

 

Enter not the darkest room

Freedom calls to fool you there

In hands of mine, the desperate eyes

Truth beyond the layers of stone

And the damned do sing of it

 

Fear not death, the path is clear

To go alone, this shadowed plain

From my heart, I leave the pain

 

Exemption from all who love

Desire to which I fall through

And into every light that shines

Illuminating every truth as blood to lose

To fall unto my hands,

The claws of desperate hunger

 

-David Favret