Defeatable

In the wastes and sulphur pits
I wander deep and keep myself
Along the walls to not fall in
And become as
The Demon Bitch.

The Witch that Set had set upon me
And my God had left to haunt me
Tore the pillars that did hold me
On the cliffs of wastes
And sulphur pits.

Light may be so far gone
More than I could count upon
As winds siege on to me
As tides scream
To devour me
I Rise!

Nomad

Nomad, steeped in sands and stone
Ever Wander Heart.
Nomad, walk on long alone
Curse and Bane Apart.

Lesser Evil

To be tearing, raging, roaring, soaring rampant, ripping through demented tensions on the boundless apex men of war and waging hatred towards a super-ending hole one must have soul and bounding soldiers sucking life and lewded loveless corpses crushing down the sin and sightless evil twin of mind and matter kept within the winless cretins, rats, repugnant dregs and dreads of down below the holes on rocks and tombs and pockets deep and deeper still to never end the hurt and much insane and maddened devil calling Pain.

4

There is damage in those eyes and confusion in that heart.
I am a word, a word in dredged lakes and exhumed graves.
As stray dogs they are and mending casts bring stability.
There is confusion in that heart and damage in those eyes.