IZZU

Clamare ad Cattus

Darkness shall over take my soul 

In the deep dark my eyes are open 

I knew myself more than ever. 

 

I look out from a great veil

I am the flower that blooms in Darkness

The gloom suits me

I come alive when the light is absent. 

 

My thoughts are all but pure

A deep seething anger 

Brewing and waiting for an outlet 

 

I don\'t want to be human 

With frail desires 

An all consuming need 

Leaving me vulnerable Bah!

 

I am invulnerable

I am invincible

I am The Unborn,

Aye! So be it. 

 

The rage within is dark 

It broils 

It ebbs and flows 

Never out of sight 

 

Will I ever get a respite?

Will I ever be Me?

Do I need saving?

But by whom or what?

 

I feel Me in Me 

The later an evil the former

Can\'t let out 

I see him in a dark place 

How? 

I don\'t know 

 

He wants out

I want out 

Yet I\'m here. 

I cry in my soul 

I want to be Free 

I want to be Me 

Joined together

 

Will I die?

Never

My Soul aches 

Do I need saving?

Why?

By whom or what? 

 

Should he be out?

Who decides this?

Why should anyone or anything

Hold such power over Me?

The back and forth 

Should he be out and about?

 

Why, won\'t the world benefit from my awakening?

What would I be but Me.

 

Steeped in Darkness

An abomination

No one will be safe 

From my judgement and fury 

My bile spilling over and consuming

There shall be no end to Me

 

The within and without

The everywhere and everywhen

I am the Beginning and the End

The Unborn 

 

My soul aches 

I need to be up and about 

These years saw me in the light 

But darkness calls me. 

I want to be free.

 

Is this what I want?

How do I know he should be out?

Devoid of light and it\'s warmth 

I am what I am 

Indeed he is 

 

There is only one worthy adversary.

It is TIME! 

There is nothing I fear more than time.

But in time I shall defeat time.

For I will endure for all eternity

So be it. 

 

I feel him ever closer

My resolve weaking 

While his waxes even greater

Bidding his time and coaxing my frail human heart

I\'m exhausted 

We shall be one but he will hold sway

For my time has come.