Tormented inspiration
ripping at my chest,
daunting infestation
torture filled at best.
Roaming through my heartache
tracing all the pain,
igniting silver fires
inside a suffering vein.
Beloved was a mention
beneath her heart of lies,
the storm became pretension
and he ripped open the skies.
Tapping into nothingness
to swiftly take the blame;
“This is the way,” said Lucifer
and led me to my shame.