Black Mottled Might

paint my face with blood sweat n tears
write my story in dim dark lights
sit on d creepy corridors
and begin my lonesome fight

born to the grim and aloof
distant faces i remember
might say my birth was a plight
to save their lusty night

mother of pain n boredom
bring me close to you
let thy darkness engage me
in d game of gloom n doom

clip my mind that makes me
wander for the light
entwine me in the misery
of darkness and its might

make me cry and torture me
let the walls too hear
the tales of cryptic angel
her anger and her snare

what might she used to carry
onlookers cursed by d stare
black immortal chamber
her portrait still remains