Trauma Rituals I (Age Of Nihilism)

Years enshrouded in the abyss
What sanctity in these sacrificial rites?
What profundity in such surrenders,
If sight eludes, veiled in the eternal night?
Never shall belief find haven within,
Neither in others, nor self, nor celestial din,
Not in the sun, nor the weaver of deceit,
Who crafted lies, making you victim, bittersweet.
But a victim's crown befits your name,
For deeds of darkness, etched in shame.
Betrayer of trust, in shadows bred,
Liar, whose words sow seeds of dread.
The floor bears witness, stained with blood so true,
The bed, adorned in white, echoes thoughts of you.
You took my life, with vicious intent unbound,
Crucified, forsaken, no worshippers around.

Hail the darkness that comes from within
The trauma
The lies
The horrors
And misanthropy.
Hail the lies told by thy father
The abuse by thy mother
Thy rape by thy family
For disgust that comes from within.
Worship the lust
The hate
The wrath
The betrayal that comes from within.
A glimpse of past
Next to a poison, comes from within
But a shadow too
Hallucinations and agenda
Against me, comes from within.