The purge.

For so long,

I've waited, so long

I've become a mental patient of my own mind.

I think I can finally say,

That I've escaped, the viscous wolf, with its teeth of unstoppable thoughts, sinking into my flesh.

A dangerous disposition.

Refracted in light, reflected in sound.

Just like rain, I cast the dust into nothing and washed the sorrow from my weary hands.

I feel my shadow dissipating.

I've cleansed myself.

It's the chemical cut.

Up like the moon and out like the hounds.

I spread like the venom of the serpent.

Tangled in the vines of destiny.

I'm certain it's over.

I know, I know , you get what you give, you reap what you sow.

And I can see it in my fate.

I know , I know, I am what I am.

The viscous wolf, the eyes of a lamb.

Nobody can say for certain if its safe, if its all just a game.

When I open my eyes to the future.

I can hear them calling.

So,  rain down on me,

I'm not afraid of Armageddon.

The fire waged against my sins

So will you wait me out?

Will you drown me out?

Wait for me at the bottom.

We will make amends.

Way down, we go, would you say I'm worthy?

Weigh down on me.

Stay till dawning.

I will wait for you at the bottom.

Heaven knows,

The venom, the victory, the loss and the gain, the happy , the sad, 

not even the flames, the waves, or the father of the damned, 

can take me down.

I stand like an ancient statue fit for no