4/18/07
I see him in the darkness,
I see him in the light,
The hellhound and his rider,
Torment me through the night.
They set the walls on fire,
And hide beneath my bed,
Why did I open this portal?
Now I wish that I were dead.
The hound's bark is like a banshee;
His eyes are fiery red,
Fur as black as his rider's soul,
Jagged horns upon his head.
The rider's marks are upon me,
This is worse than any possession,
Swollen handprints down my arms,
This nightmare is my depression.
The rider's horns are short,
He wears a cloak of black,
Skin stained the color of blood,
His stare as sharp as tacks.
I'll prey for me an angel,
To come take me away,
I'll end this suffering right now,
Here, right now, today.
I'm jumping off this bridge,
As the hound and rider jump at my side,
Now cast to the pits of hell,
My crime was suicide.
Now the hound and the rider,
They haunt me day by day,
God had a way out for me,
Too bad I never believed in him anyway.