Another Ending

Loquere non mortuorum

Ipsi audiam vos


I – Fire

Let us call this


Let us call it fire.



The First Gift


Rage like no other,

a gift stolen from

the Gods


The mistake

Prometheus made


Sanctuary and ceremony

The destroyer of worlds



red with anger

red with jealousy


Because jealousy

isn’t green,

downing and toxic

in its indolence


It’s red

The pumping of blood

The colour of blood


The world runs red,

the colour of jealousy


II – Emotion


The heart does




The knife digs

deeper with a




built upon a

throne, a

cascade of









III – Temperance

This is not summer.

Where is the sun?

Where is the heat?


The cold digs deeper

burrowing in, leaving holes

for the worms to get in


But they’re already

there, eating me whole


I want to scream

Let me scream

I need to scream


Over such a petty thing

Why am I so soft?

Why am I weak?

Why do I play with fire

when I only ever get burnt?


(Do you want to play with fire?

Do you want to dance with me?

I am the fire.

I am your hate.

I am your fear.

I am the voice in your ear.

I am everything you can hope to be.

The worst of everything.

We are the fire.

You are the fire.


walk with me)


IV – Wrath

Come, walk with

Me, through the

Halls I have built

In my mind


Know my dark side,

Know my true face

My terrible face

The face all the angels

In heaven fear


When emotion consumes me

When it takes me over

I become everything


I am hate.

I am wrath.

I am sorrow.

I am delight.


I am everything.


I am nothing.


So walk with me

Young fool,

And know my terrible face


V – The Liar






You who only

Felt pity for me


You who lied

To my face


Who left me

A broken cadaver on

The roadside


A feast for the



I never wanted your pity

I never wanted your approval


I only wanted your love

Only wanted to be your friend

Young liar


Tantum possum

sperare cor vestrum facit conlidam


VI – The Hangman

Behind the lies

Behind the emotion,

The rage,

The jealousy,

The hate


Behind the cold

Dead eyes I wear

Whilst my soul burns

In a grand inferno


There lay a final feeling

A final thought


A thought of nothing at all


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