Welcome to the Nightmare
(The Black Guardian)
So I've been welcomed into the nightmare, but when will you let me out?
Poisons are releasing, through my veins I tried to cut my doubt
as you grazed my heart slowly. I always recede to nothingness, this is what I am,
because you made me.
Won't you elevate my consciousness, and give me back that thing
you call it life?
My sick maker, fiddled with my flesh until it was fresh
and the scent was just right.
You are so sick, but how sweet your evil, that tempts me always to graves
to mess and play with bones, like my own.
So call me an archaeologist, this is what I am.
I could have been a beauty doll, made up for you
With green eyes bleeding into your seas
keeping your world alive, as you the puppet god
pulls at all my strings, until each tug
Hurts, and my hair falls out.
And soon, you'll see, I will be an ugly muse.
Black Guardian, watch your footsteps,
You're hanging on little more than tainted wire
and there is more than dread in the air, more than just the dead
Don't call me, I'm well hidden, buried away,
But unlike you, I won't play, when will you let me out?
