Dying Breath: A Familiar Despair

Falling forward towards the room

For which the antichrist does loom

Collapsed I gaze in multitude

Of that familiar despair

And tethered to these thorny shackles

The damned sinners who dare cackle

As I face the mighty jackal

With that familiar despair

Anon I gain my focus back

I strike out as methinks he slacks

BUT NO, he counters my attack

With that familiar despair

I know my vision was my vice

Merely a dream made for the mice

So, I slit my only eyes twice

With that familiar despair

Firing from that coarse brimstone

The only hope I've ever known

Victory, my eye's darkness shown

With that familiar despair