Black Fire

Black Fire

Sitting all alone,
Sitting here, on my empty throne,
No friends to call,
No games to play
Another Hollow word
Another shattered heart

I get up from the chair,
and try to walk around,
I trip and I fall,
For I am blind and bound,

I hate the darkness,
I cannot bear the light,
I want out
I want to fight

You can help me,
You say You will,
I wish to believe it so,
For I’ve had my fill

I can no longer speak with truth
Nor act without lies
I cannot create with passion
Nor severe these ties.

At night I cry for a miracle,
I believe will not come,
I want to sing praises,
But my tongue is numb,

Perpetual mourning,
Forever grieving,
In pain and in loss,
I turn and I toss.

Yea though I am blind,
I see those who are blinder,
Those who accept this hell is good,
Yet inside they should be wiser

I want to call to them,
I wish to give aid,
But I cannot speak to them in truth,
For my wisdom I have paid

Since my words are meaningless
And my thoughts insincere,
I use the words of my hands,
In action and thought clear

Please hear this,
and see my heart,
And please in Thy Mercy
Swift aid depart.

A miracle I crave,
Freedom I desire,
From a Hell of my own making,
This grave of black fire.

For I will be sitting here all alone,
Sitting here, on my this entombed throne,
No love to call
No cheers to make
Another muffled prayer,
Another regretted curse.