Diary of Woe

Torn beyond grace,

leaving the  world far below.

Wispy clouds long past age,

float away into tomorrow's grave.

Holes mark my skin,

restless agony glistens in my pupils.

Blind by life's mistakes,

another dose to ease my bones.

Turning away from my  woe,

walking down this highway of tragedy.

Bury my soul within the black daises and leave me behind in time's eternal rage.

Losing faith for a savior's hand,

now these stale burn marks remain behind.

An illusion for the soulless to gather strength from,

weep for their filthy incarnate God.

Drown my breath with heaven's mercy, capitalize on slaves’ labor for the master's grin.

Steady walk into these rigid flames,

manifest a guiltless child for a sacrifice.

Shadows carry the banner of hell, rip out my heart for a moment’s redemption.

Alone I suffer the cold wrath of annihilation, pace these steps to death.

Shred away all bounds to fear,

forsake the ingrained sin for the path of harmony.

My burden strains my back,

locked away in my dark heart is my beloved family.

A childhood that was happy,

astray under man's rule.

As I die on earth,

a dream came to me.

Whispering with a chilled voice "It has only begun".