I Will Not

Staring at the ghostly face that glares back at me.
Nothing about its dead eyes elicits comfort today.
Haunting sense that my death is right around the bend.
What stands before me is perhaps a final bloody end.

Cause for too long voices have bickered in my mind.
Each one a victim in its own belief structure defined.
With no routes of escape all I can do is stand my ground.
A few more moments and a beacon will flash as sirens sound.

Portrayed as a villain warped by moments lost past.
Down comes the guillotine blade oh so fast.
These shadows want me torn to shreds by demons once banished.
Before I can seek help they always manage to have vanished.

I will not bend.
I will not kneel.
I will not rest.
I will not…
Be afraid!

That reflection is the opposite of what I will be.
Delete all that tried to poison the good away.
Ghouls are not the future which will continue to ascend.
Destruction will not be the new coveted trend.

Ideals once twisted into fragments of what can be stolen.
Those days are faded and no longer will I be fallen.
Crushed beneath boots that once treated me as the cause.
Forever after our hope will pierce the veil of instability.

I will not bend.
I will not kneel.
I will not rest.
I will not…
Be afraid!

Hounding has been washed clean by the summer rain.
Darkness retreated from the light I now beam.
Putrid viciousness has been quelled for the last time.
Watch us now and forever more blaze in glory as we shine!