• Forgiven....

    I'm not sure what to say, when dread is so close, and hope is too far away,

    It seems, like my time is limited as I speak,

    The only thing that makes sense,

    When you're cold and hard and slightly dense,

    Is the one, that makes you weak.

    I scare myself sometimes,

    With unknown meanings in my dreams,

    Where I die, over, and over,

    With each nightmare that passes,

    The more realistic it seems.

    My skin is cold and my pulse is low,

    My eyes, they appear a dull gray,

    For my fear, It shall grow,

    Their meaning... I'll never know,

    Upon this gloomy day.

    When all has fallen, and long since forgotton,

    For my fate, I can never tell,

    If which these exsist,

    In which THEY call... Heaven, or Hell...

    The paved streets of Gold, and Unearthly lakes of Fire.

    My tears, red as blood, they fall..

    Its been long since I've hidden,

    But through the Darkness... Through it all... Will I...

    ...Be forgiven....?

    ......

    Now just watch.... Me fall....