Well of Despair

I feel like I'm falling, falling into a well of despair Bringer of disease, a bringer of vengeance I feel nothing for, the ghosts that now surround me Spitting forth the bile that is my hatred The ghosts of this world, how their screams sound just like whispers Wailing forth and whimpering on Surrounded by the light of the killing moon Forever asleep and never living It's never ending I feel like I'm passing, passing into another plane Victim of disease, a victim of vengeance I feel nothing for, the ghost that I've become Swallowing the memory of who I once was The ghosts of this world, how their screams sound just like whispers Wailing forth and whimpering on Surrounded by the light of the killing moon Forever asleep and never living It's never ending Their eyes are nowhere Their eyes can not be seen It's like staring into darkness With a vapid sense of being Feel the cold as it strangles your throat They are out there A frigid knife of ice in the back They are nowhere The ghosts of this world, how their screams sound just like whispers Wailing forth and whimpering on Surrounded by the light of the killing moon Forever asleep and never living It's never ending

Submitted by Warbringer — May 09, 2026