Run

I want to run
But the walls encage me.
The midnight shroud's tormenting work is done
And my blood-stained eyes waver but cannot see.

I want to run away
But the padlock is bound.
The demons that hover opress me to stay
And my tortured lips dare not make a sound.

I want to run far away now
But the ominous Wrath screams.
No, I must soar high! Let me by eternal vow:
To steal a sip of euphoria from Apollo's stream.

Oh, but soon I be dragged from my mere fantasy wish
Back to this deathly battlefield of infinite despair,
Where silver spears that pelt from charcoal skies never vanish
And from this flood of anguish I suppress, there leaks no tear.

Because I cannot run away,
So here I wait for my soul to decay.