Feelings of doom

Crafting inside my feelings of doom,

Trying too hard for the flowers to bloom.

The lecture life gave me was suddenly mute

Pastel shadows hovering, turning to nude.

In the great distance towers slowly approach

Maintaing the glamor, subsiding the torch

Of everlasting damnation rulling the Earth

Leaving me breathless, humbled and hurt.

The key to salvation seems lost throughout time

The future, misfortune, acts like a bad mime.

The hope and fulfillment get lost in the wave

Of the Black Queen's pawn on her chess board game.

The eyes roam the world with a heavenly stare

Creating a darkness that no one can bear.

A tomb stone that shatters the pilers of soul

Emerging from Hell, letting the blood flow.