Pitch Black

The soul: Burned, hard, cracked
A take on these events was reality perceived through
Slashes of hate, on the dates

That brought it in from spoken stares
Treachery, black controls
The unified sun binds the other distant souls

The second wave will break from her
Sent to weigh humanity
Bind the axis; it's numbing
Forever to seal my own horror

The flash of burning points then will start to guarantee
Forgotten by illumination, darkness is all there is

Beckon, come, defy your fears
And dare you tread this burning ground
Unleashed in a livid sun, step into my oblivion
Come and walk, don't stand around, for fear you stand, it's nothingness
Unleash a fitted sun, stepping to oblivion

Cunning, come into the vortex and comprehend
Extending their twisted eyes
My own mind heights are in his fears
My instinct continues to scan

Now to the fired disgust as seen by all these American dates
And less this sonnet disgraced forever, bound to break

Binds the words while ridiculed and chained, strapped, embarassed, bound
Repelled by narrow mind and ways
Extending the path from human ground

Humiliation flags the seed of apprehension blamed
With the first black streaks, to call a shade of my every day

Beckon, come and face your fears, and dare will you tread this burning ground
Bask in the light of a mocking sun, step into my oblivion
Come and walk, don't stand around, for fear you stand, it's nothingness
Unleash a fitted sun, stepping to oblivion