Nails of Holy Origin

Grief strikes me down
To carry burdens, to feel
The weight of consequence
I reflect on the past

Noise rings in my ears
They whisper the sound
Of another place

Demonic presence
Angelic nature
Filth enters my mind

I’ve seen the ending
A thing of beauty
You’ll be with me
Foreverlong

But this vision is a facade
Something deeper
Motive darker

What did you see in your dream?

Electric eyes, piercing my skin
I could feel as if I was really there

The air was humid and tough to breathe
Couldn’t I see that this was the end?

Nauseous haze, creeping fog
Suffocates thy perception

Witness terror in the eyes of God
You’ve seen enough to determine the rest
All that’s left are corroded nails
A metaphoric residual theme