Theatre of Tortured MindsIn restless dreams I see the town
Engulfed by fog and fire.
It draws me close and drags me down
And plays with my desire.
I see the flames and smell the smoke
And feel a lurking presence.
Beneath the shrouds - a misty cloak -
I loose the taste of pleasance.
Contorted creatures twist and turn,
The nightmare realm is calling.
For god to come a girl must burn,
The sirens shriek appalling.
My vision's grained, a static hiss
Is covering my senses.
I run towards a black abyss
And see through splintered lenses.
There’s rust and blood and dirty blades,
There’s lies and truths repulsive.
I make my way through seeping shades,
The surface jerks convulsive.
There’s egos bound to gloomy fate,
There’s beings nailed in cages.
We’re trapped behind a mental gate
Where the subconscious rages.
The vastness of this world insane
Enthralls me warped and violent.
In darkest depths I feel her pain,
She screams and yet lays silent.
The demons coil, the priestess chants,