Thy Serpent

The first rays of morning come
Again I'm stuck in front of the window
Everything is disconsolate, grey
Nothing to heal my wounds today
Still I think of moments past
Recall the dead and the living
So many death's agonies
It tears me away from this life
A twisted mind kills from the inside
I've been made into the deathbearer
It persecuted and crushed the mind
Thoughts distorted eternally