Notes: My notes will precede my work this time lest ye all think I'm mad!! You might say I'm Pathetic for writting this but at the time I was rather pathetic, troubled teen and that such... I'm almost 20, April of '07.
So let the tale begin.
Alone (part 1)
A blind man stands before me,
Yet I cannot see him in this darkness,
And though he is blind he is not lost.
He has someone at his side shedding light on the darkness.
I have no one.
I stumble and the blind man laughs
As he steps over the obstacles that I can't even see.
He walks away without fear knowing he is not alone.
The rain begins to fall.
The walls close in.
The floor falls out from under me.
I fall again.
Then silence,its cold, I hear a sound.
A small door opens ahead,
A tiny pin-point of light is revealed to me.
I reach out for it, but the door slams shut,
I hear the lock slam home.
A weight falls on my chest,
Chains hold my arms and legs,
And razors line my neck,
And I know that I can Never...
Never Escape...
I am dieing inside...
My blood is already on the floor,
Why, look there, at your feet.
You've stepped in it...
Does that mean someone has finally come?
Hello!?!?
Why don't you speak? I can feel you there!!
Help me!!!!!!
I screamed for Him, I still do,
But he will not come with merciful blade,
he simply watches and watches and watches.
Death could give me the mercy I need,
But he withholds it.
Even he has left me...
So how alone do you really think I am?
Alone (part 2)
The darkness lifts to a dull gray.
The rain is but a drizzle.
The weight on my chest has lifted,
And the prick of the blades has left my neck,
With a cold slickness, trickling, trickling,
Down in tiny rivers.
The chains are loosened,
And I can finally stand.
Words of hope find me in my prison,
Singing Freedom.
But I know it is only God's tiny reprieve
From this prison I am in.
Its as though I'm already wearing the torn black wings,
My halo shattered,
Michael's sword buried deep in my chest,
The black blood spilling out.
Its practically already happened,
But I have my time to serve in this prison called Earth,
Before I can be damned into Hell.
Suddenly out of the gloom,
I catch a glimpse of all that I want.
I run to her,
But just as I reach out she bursts into flames.
The as my screams mix with hers,
The chains, the weights, the razors,
All return and the rain comes down,
heavy and cold.
Gray turns to sharp, painful, empty darkness again.
I scream and death laughs,
I scream and no one hears me,
I scream and know I am alone...
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