Matthew Moulton (@Onideus)

*snaps creation* Goodbye "Darkness", my old muse... I've come to talk about you again because a soul loudly screaming left its seeds in the wake of reaping And the fear that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of dying In nightmare visions I walked alone Empty streets made of gravestone 'Neath the halo of a godly lamp I turned my soul to the cold and damp After my flesh was stabbed by the flash of a dead light Blinding my sight And touched the sound of dying And in the naked light, I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People screaming without speaking People screaming without listening People writhing wrongs in wails never shared After the dead stare Disturbs the sound of dying "Damned" said I, "You do not know screams like a cancer grows Hear God's words that He might teach you Take God's arms that He might reach you" But my words, like silent screams fell And echoed in the wells of dying And so I bowed and prayed For my lord to save the strays And the neon clown flashed a warning In the threats that he was forming He said, "I'm everything you ever were afraid of!" And I whispered in death, "I fear God can't save you."