Poems from the Abyss

Lies

A knife that slices through my will.
Screams dwell deep within; loud and shrill.

My guilt is a toxin no potion can cure.
The lies pull me down deeper; hooked in like a lure.

Tantalizing is the promise of release from this curse.
Yet the pain drags on like an overwritten verse.

The blood runs cold in my veins.
Lost hope have I of pulling on the reigns.

I keep sinking lower in this pit of quicksand.
Deeper and deeper I got at each offer of your hand.

~Sephyra