The air I breathe is of the dead or dieing
words spew forth from swollen cracked lips
all that is heard through the spittle and hiss
are lies cleverly phrased

These acidulous tears are shed for no one
but a love lost
energy expelled in rage

Through eyes set ablaze
by Zeus's hand
I watch the demise of woman and man
sanctioned and doled out
by my own hand

I walk through the world of the living
but live in the realm of the dead
know ye well
that Damien Stryker goes on
although he may be dead and gone

Awaken the dead come forth and rise
cloaked by mist
hidden by fog
Damien did and stills rides on