Agony

Through the Depths of Despair
By: Adam M. Snow

Through the depths of despair;
where we are drowning in air;
consumed by hate and fear.
We're tormented and scorned;
as if we're not born;
and death is lurking near.

With the dreams we yearned;
with Hellfire we are burned;
as we remain caged by our sins.
We are digging our grave;
waiting to be saved;
as our suffering begins.

On Borrowed Time
By: Adam M. Snow

We're living on borrowed time;
cherished by love sublime;
amaze, are the sights unseen;
and agony is but demean.

We're living on borrowed dreams;
living a life and all it seems;
these words are no longer unspoken;
our lives now unbroken.

We're living a fantasy;
beyond this reality;
to a world we call our own;
for we are no longer left alone.

Morning Ember
By: Adam M. Snow

I arose from my slumber with haste of morning ember;
to be greeted by a knock on my chamber door.
"Who's there?" I said as I am greeted with an;
outstretched hand and the pain I feel nevermore.
"It is me, your mourning star, greeting you from afar."
Quoth the ghost of this morning ember.
I lie back down, confused and alone on this cold;