Inside

July 29, 2009. © Talon Truitt Cherry, All rights reserved

Underneath the midnight sun a song sings out tonight.
The dead wake up to hear this one, another angel lost the fight.
Pray your soul to keep my son tonight sit tight alright.
The devils come to have his fun, and gods turned out the light.
Break your bread and drink your wine tonight we dine divine.
This last supper your life’s the fine were fine for now we find.
So kind the years so undefined the time we need, untwined.
Our blood stained tears line these years we find we must rewind.
What must we seek, the message oblique.
Its too late!
What we’ve become is ruled by the demons inside.
We all die alone, carved into stone.
Is our fate!
Don’t you feel dumb, so fooled by the demons you hide,
Inside!
Hush now son keep still keep safe the wraith of hell escapes its cage.
It fly’s now, one, yes only one to claim its nightly wage.
The song sings out the piercing sound singling out the faithless rage.
The fallen angel fallen south so south god cannot save.
The goddess watch, and god, and gods as another goes to hell.
The darkness wins this battle again when tonight an angel fell.
But why not catch him why not save this sorry soul you sell
Why not save him from his fate why let him burn in hell?
What must we seek, the message oblique.
Its too late!
What we’ve become is ruled by the demons inside.
We all die alone, carved into stone.
Is our fate!
Don’t you feel dumb, so fooled by the demons you hide,
Inside!
The reason we fall is not all our fault
Its our fate!
Our punishments clear betrayed by the gods we confide in.
How can this be we pray to be free
still its too late!
Damned to defeat by demons we keep and hide
Inside!
I'll never be free from demons that I keep inside.