Laid to Waste

resent a sense of feeding, demanding bleeding

unhinged a savage seeks a quest

hollow hearts, rapid beating

the pulse is high its never ceasing

this cannot be a false pretence

as people arise I feel it

stone cold, a passive disease, no chance of healing

you'll wonder if this is the end

the void submit to pass through

fear the eyes staring at you

a time of unrivalled despair

as people arrive I feel their stare

you lived a life in chains

your master could not save

you'll lose the grasp of gain

no method to your rage

you die a death each day

for some it seems to stay that way

channels to feed your hate

lying there for you to take

a place where fools attend

no prayers for you my friend