In Wait - Rev 16:8

I reside in the bleak forgotten.

Always present yet never there.

The bright now has turned its back.

I am part everything and nothing.

I follow as cast through broken gates.

With a cloven heart and damping stare.

Waves of wind blow lies in whisper.

One truth’s gleam and a one man army.

Leader of the dead.

Fear, what you can’t see.

In sleep, when least expecting it.

In your wait I will strike.

Leader of the blind.

Shining, a poor fools comfort.

A diverted mind brings neglect.

Without the world you will not be.

Waken to the growing cut.

It now serves you a reminder

Of what was and always will be.

Drowning in the promised past.

Lungs filled with lost desire.

See all idols wash away.

Fill the ground in fading light.

May your fields turn into dust

And cause a famine for your weak.

Let your children drop to their knees

To serve a true and rightful sire.

I see… I hear… I feel… I breathe

I was… I am