Sciamachy

Late at night my mind recklessly stirs

It’s not long until I hear the whispers

There I sit, eyes alert and wide open

Trembling at the sudden commotion

Soft and eerie describes the noise

With such a power that obliviously destroys

A chill down my back and my body gone numb

Now I know that my demons have come

In a sick, cunning way, they glide

Searching for their usual victim to guide

At their presence, I quiver and twitch

Acting as if it were just an itch

Devious they are, clawing at my mind

I can’t lose control, not this time

They push and they shove, staying stiff

Til’ my feet reach the edge of a cliff

My eyes anxiously stare deep into the abyss

There, Hades waits for my soul to dismiss

Through all hopelessness, I hear his call

My body surrenders as I take the fall

Mon Masque

Mon masque

Mon illusion parfaite

simple et beau

C’est joyeux et content

Mais, trompeur

C’est un beau mensonge

Sous mon masque

Un cauchemar

Mais ils ne le savent pas

Ils ne peuvent pas savoir

Mes vrais yeux

et le tourment qu'ils détiennent

Ma vraie bouche

et les cris qui s'échappent

Mon vrai visage

et les cicatrices qu'il contient

Ma vraie âme

Corrompue