Begone ye screams of silence, harbingers of pain
Cloaked in isolation, you mock in the harsh disdain.
My soul is turn asunder, I curse you, God of Hell
As you pierced my tortured soul, what horrors I befell.
You spoke of quiet solitude, to tempt me to your lair
Then lanced me in my troubled heart, to depths of dark despair.
Nemesis, I beg thee, rise up in righteous ire,
Protect me from Tisiphone, from hell's eternal fire.
With all my voice I scream to you, protect me from the night,
Alas in forlorn despair, I journey to the light.
Banished ti mind's coventry, I heed the demons call
Beckoned by the silent screams, I enter Dante's Hall.
-Tim Chambers
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