Ghost of mother

Lingering death

Ghost on mother’s bed 

Black strands on the pillow

Contour of her health

Twisted face upon the head



Ghost of perdition

Stuck in her chest

A warning on one read

Tragic friendship

Called inside the fog

Pouring venom brew deceiving



Devil cracked the earthly shell

Foretold she was the one

Blew hope into the room and said:

“ you have to live before you die young”



Holding her down

Channeling darkness

Hemlock for the gods 

Fading resistance

Draining the weakness

Penetrating inner light



Road into the dark unaware

Winding ever higher



Darkness by her side

Spoke and passed her by

Dedicated hunter

Waits to pull us under

Rose up to it’s call

In his arms she’d fall

Mother light received

And a faithful servant’s free



In time the hissing of her sanity

Faded out her voice and soiled her name

And like marked pages in a diary

Everything seemed clean that is unstained

The incoherent talk of ordinary days

Why would we really need to live?

Decide what is clear and what’s within a haze

What you should take and what to give



Ghost of perdition

A saint’s premonition’s unclear

Keeper of holy hordes

Keeper of holy whores



To see a beloved son

In despair of what’s come



If one cut the source of the flow

And everything would change

Would conviction fall

In the shadow of the righteous

The phantasm of your mind

Might be calling you to go

Defying the forgotten morals

Where the victim is the prey