The Benevolent Pawn

I urged to do good, but somehow Motives, action and its consequence Can form absurd chains I never fully understood but somehow Somehow these grew taint Obscured my inner eye Spawned interior lies The lies turned to truth in my eyes Called upon me to commit these deeds I would consider vile. As if these hands weren't mine I paused and beheld his dead eyes And momentarily I glimpsed my distorted I But, this clearness died Could I confine my mind To justify my crime? Every trivial move could bind This twisted fate of mine I tried to conform but these malevolent fingers These malicious fingers were plotting my doom I turned the deaf ear but the voices still lingered And thus my new image continued to bloom This devilish contraption controlling my fingers Towards times of chaos and gloom I urged to do good, but somehow Motives, action and its consequence Can form absurd chains

Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 08, 2026

It was hard to see, through blurring eyes, my grave disease Had I been deceived, by hands of corruption, to fit their needs? Should I try to cut the line, and sever the bonds tying me to this vile kind? Still, subconscious demons are hard to find Like finding daylight when you are blind Restrained, Deemed as insane, profane This distain is my own shame, my only grain of self My body was forced through mental ties, ensnaring me As the ego dies Had the bastards infected my fragile mind? With a cancer designed to break my spine? What are my options, where can I go? To kill of this cancer or hamper it's growth? Is this cancer me, am I the abnormity, killing the "we" Or am I just diseased, with mental corruption from which I'll be free Once they manage to cut me free As soon as they find a cure for "me" Still, subconscious demons are hard to find Like finding daylight when you are blind My pains and worries dissolved like melting snow, like a dying glow I will become, a part of wholeness, in all it's glorious gray, in its simple ways I embrace, the "we", the only true and refined unit of mankind, we forsake the "I"

Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 08, 2026

My troubled journey began some 15 days past with the death of a man Of his crimes I know nothing nor know I his name But still his demise would blemish my name And he haunts me still with his vulture eyes, piercing my lies At my moment of glory and his of defeat I thought I'd find silence but I was deceived My trouble journey went on Crafty deceptions made a hazarfous road Even I lay traps for my self As ominous thoughts sowed seeds of discord In my own mind, or was this one of his tricks Still he haunts me grasping my shoulder Tearing at me with his vulture beak So with teeth, claws and frenzied I voice my anger, once more and hoping to rid me this pest Blood red chaos, intent on destruction I saw the unseen, felt claws pierce my flesh What is the vague, familiar smell? The remnants of some dear old hell? My blood is boiling, as if to tell A tale of why and where and when Your wounds are bleeding! Mine as well Your limbs are trembling Losing strength What have you done? Which face is yours? The one upon the pale skinned horse? Now I remember Heed my words! I tell you all This blood is cursed I can not fall Whilst lying down I've found my spot here on the ground My troubled journey would end My back had been broken My life had been spent He had gained his revenge from within his own tomb Made my fragile mind into his dying womb So he haunts me still with his vulture eyes Piercing my lies At my moment of glory and his of defeat I thought I'd find silence but I was deceived I tried to shake these demons from my hide I never sought to live a lie My train has gone, and I will not be there on time To be redeemed, but left to die

Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 08, 2026