I can’t see thru this veil of darkness,
it strips the color from my eyes.
My body’s aching & my flesh is crawling,
pins & needles in my mind.
Holy Mary, have you forgotten
to bless me with you sacred grace.
For now I stand in front of the judges,
the ghosts of 10,000 sins.
The pale rider, he sits upon horseback
laying claim to my soul.
For everytime I’ve asked for forgiveness,
redemption, it never comes.
The sunken eyes that stare in the mirror,
reflections of what might of been.
For the crowne of thornes I am wearing,
you know surely I have made.
I see them moving out of the shadows.
The sirens softly call my name.
I can’t see through the madness.
Hear come the spiders again.
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