With these dreams, I wait for something stronger.
Something bigger, brighter, darker.
The shadows reach forward from the corner
pulling my essence toward their sorrowful pain.
They know no way to ease or comfort
those things for which they so readily ache.
And the chaos they bled from my womb,
the hatred that rests so deep,
the anger rises within me,
and the blood soaks up in the streets.
I no longer feel this pain,
no longer know this ache,
no longer try to control
the fate at the end of this stake.
My heart cries for the souls I've lost,
the salvation being too high of a cost,
and the only way to make this right,
I pierce my heart as my soul takes flight.
