The place of the lost souls brought no resemblance to the reality that surrounded them
In their world the end only came as the bell of time sounded its echo's through clouded thought's
As I entered their domain the faded memories flooded to my senses,times from the past brought a sadness to my glow.
I was once part of this scene
I was once into the show
A place for the ended ... one place left to go
The bar fitted like a glove that never left ,a stool made for worship.this place where I rest
And so I looked around
Familiar faces older and darker and closer to the place we all fail to want ,bearded features followed where once clean cut chins held aloft .
Mumbles from silence only showed in the crowd as the deserted wanted nothing, nothing but silence.
My place was once this home,these bodies once my friends.I know now that their spell did once near lead me
Lead me well to the end.
The tree had its markers, a shudder in me showed.The place was un special, no more about those hours be heard.
And like an old friend the nectar returned,my glass tasted heaven as the buzz into orbit entered my veins,the rush of that feeling gave me the power.Power to rule my enemies,power to fight the fight .Oh sweet sweet nectar how missed could you be as golden as honey as sweet as a peach.
My hook was inserted the fogginess faded and the trap lay before me as my thirst for the power returned.
Was then I knew like I always knew that I was lost, I was soulless, I was one of them and that my end had been written,written to end