The Beckoning Madness and Shadow Sky

An ideology like no other
The darkness tethers to one looking for a fortune teller
You seek the stars and skies of night
Though the soul is tainted with blight
What was once white becomes a black knight

Following the blood river of sin’s desire
You see what you should not see and hear evil that which should not be heard
You sleep with demons and your soul burns as hell’s fire
The beckoning madness that follows casts you into darkness
You mind floats adrift and the darkest seas you drift

Black as oil and cold as ice you play life by rolling the dice
The child once innocent and nice eventually pierces with words of ice
The shadow sky you now see filled with demons and fear of things to be
They look at you and laugh grasping you in their clasp
You no longer can breathe but set out cries of mercy filled blood

You drown in river with feelings of no escape
Your very desire leads to Beckoning Madness and Shadow Sky.
Your very pain you break down in never ending cry.