The Provenance of a Dead Man

No evocation of beauty
There’s no need for poetry
The reaper had cursed the crib
Where a child once lay to sleep
Been condemned since creation
No emancipation
From tethers and chains
Sorrow spreads from head to toe
Wreaking havoc on this throne
Flooding the empty shell of his
With permanent self-demise
No longer a living being
He’s somewhere in-between
Decay and destruction
This is the provenance of a dead man
His fate be damned
His book was dipped in blood
Before he took his first breath
Tormented in this purgatory
An endless chasm of pain
His silent screams remain unheard
Echoing his nightmare song
When heaven and hell collide
Infliction by the scythe
Of his oppressor
Befriend an army of grim souls
His now a soldier of death
A deity of dark and light
Who reaps the living when dead
(Been condemned since creation,
No emancipation)
(No longer a living being
He’s somewhere in-between)
Open the gate of perdition
That accepts him into gloom
A perished desire to live
When the coffin is his home
With life he longed for freedom
Waiting for an Eden
Never to be seen
(Repeat Chorus x2)