The Dark Moon

[Guest Morbid Angel]

The moon of darkness hangs over me,

Watching every move I make.

Trapping me when I begin to get free,

And laughing at me when I am not fake.

 

Following my every step,

Clawing it’s way into my home.

Ruining the memories that I have kept,

Invading my personal dome.

 

Swallowing up my pride,

Eating into my fear.

Examining my every stride,

When I fall, it lets up a cheer.

 

It watches, laughs and waits,

Sending shivers up my spine.

I feel all is against me- even my mates,

It takes everything away, which is mine.

 

It is the all-mighty, the boss;

Controlling my life.

It’s going to win at my loss,

And run me into strife.

 

Morbid Angel

[Parmenion]

The Dark Moon was elegantly painted for me in a way that personified a dark shadow which seeks only to feed from the goodness of a person's being. For me it seeks to drain dry the joys of life and seep into every facet of a soul snatching away the light as soon as it shines. Forever, leaving the soul it is tormenting hanging on the verge of breaking free of it like the last leaf on a tree in fall which wishes to join its brothers.

 

However, all leaves must fall in Autumn because it is the way of things. In another season they regrow anew much like hope does. That shadowy thing that lurks like winter can also be driven away much like the snows of winter are in Spring. Find a place where winter does not last all year round...