Exhausted Remnants - Abigor

Silent screams — beaten and torn

Sanctify — this life of scorn

Innocence withdrawn in fear

Night grows cold and twilight’s near

But the light I see is none

Just a spectrum of unreal colours

Which appears before my eyes

For you neither to see, nor to feel

Shattered scattered — remnants of life

What can be extracted from nothing

What can be found within the emptiness

Within the emptiness from which I am fed

I deal in pain — all life I drain

Cherished — the grandeur of melancholy

Always and never — the skyline seems so unreal

If I had wings, would I be forgiven

If I had horns, would there be flames to show my cry

Laughing and crying — nothing remains