The Creature - Decadence

Whispers fade in the dreams, even fantasy

Can’t deny the pure reality

Disliked the day and was always mad

Filled with anger, laughed at the sad

Slept long to await the night

The time when it didn’t have to fight

Filled with hatred on its greatest height

Always knew when the time was right

I ask myself: is that me?

Is this what I am supposed to be?

There’s a sign on my neck, a number blackened

I’m a creature in this land of fright

Who in this time gave me this role to act?

So corrupt, and thought it was right?

Left alone to await the pain

Apprehensive, fell down in dismay

Never cried, stood there and smiled

For it was pure and never insecure

Locked in a cage and poked with a stick

It was enraged until it got sick

Started to move away from the pain

Like a beaten animal locked with a chain

I ask myself: is that me?

Is this what I am supposed to be?

There’s a sign on my neck, a number blackened

I’m a creature in this land of fright

Who in this time gave me this role to act?

So corrupt, and thought it was right?

Wondering;

is someone still out there

Someone having blood in his heart left?

Asked;

will you give some blood to mine?

It’s so cold;

it’s empty to the core

If pity was out there and someone still was smart

Only gave a little to this drained heart

Give the creature back a dead organ

See it’s me, and see what I’ve become

I ask myself: is that me?

Is this what I am supposed to be?

There’s a sign on my neck, a number blackened

I’m a creature in this land of fright

Who in this time gave me this role to act?

So corrupt, and thought it was right?