Off the stillness of my room
I see a figure
Off the closeness of doom
I see her figure
It calms;
She calls
“Welcome- be welcomed for its I, Lacrimosa,
Lacrimosa, Goddess of the hopeless,
Protector of the damned”
The rooms silent
But not still
The room is dark
But I feel a light
I feel the presence-
I feel it growing
It empowers my soul-
I see the images
I see doomsday
I feel the presence-
It’s quiet
It’s unsettling-
“Where are you,Lacrimosa, Goddess of the hopeless,
have thy presence abandoned me- Lacrimosa, God of me”
“No!”
“Oh, beautiful Lacrimosa, thy love, Lacrimosa”
“My dear, I, Lacrimosa wish no harm;
Tears,
Through her face.
Why?
Why?
Why no harm?
I trust her
Lacrimosa
My goddess
My goddess of truth and love
My savior
“I am back!”
Tears across her face
“It is me, Goddess of the hopeless,
protector of the damned, it is me LACRIMOSA, Goddess of Evil”
“LACRIMOSA”
The room spins
The room twists
DOOMSDAY is here
I feel hate
I feel anguish
I feel lied.
I FEEL THE DEVIL
“WHY! WHY! Why must you hurt me this way!?”
“You will find out, my love”
The room twists, my world spins
I feel sinking
And then
Nothing