Rush

Shatter open, you thieving thunderclouds

Let your shrieking lightning dance with my fate

Awaken the brutal battle with no bounds

What a night, the haze shows me the gates

I need this rush even as it eats my soul

So be it, I’ve chosen

My mind stirs from the dead, rising through

remembrance of torment, of torture

The rains can’t wash off what’s not true

So I reopen this bloody smoldering suture

Watch your path as you tread through me,

So the twisted skulls of fallen Kings sigh

The fire in their eyes long faded, failed to be

Prayers etched upon bone, this one’s not a lie

I take to the skies, embrace the bitter frost

What a curse, singing a seething blaze

Devour another that’s already lost

Yet this won’t bring me out of this daze

I need this rush even as it eats my soul

So be it, I’ve chosen.