Misspoken Future

Misspoken Future

They say the light shines down at the end of the tunnel.
They say the light means that you are going to a better place.
She has been seeing that light for quite some time.
Yet, she has not reached that better place.
She tries not to cry.
Yet the tears seem to keep falling.
She doesn't even know what she is crying about anymore.
The voices in her head are gone.
The ripples in her life has long been drifted.
But something still hurts.
Something that she has yet to face.
Like a ghost stuck in purgatory.
A soul without a home.
She longs for pandemonium.
Though it is the enemy.
It has taken everything she had away from her.
And still it is not yet done.
It seems to have this one last wish.
And though it is the enemy,
She loves it.
The darkness, and wit of it all.
But still there is a weakness in her heart.
She has so much left to fear.
But she doesn't know how to be afraid anymore.
She has feared for her life for so long.
The war is over yet she is still the one they want.
The mind, her mind, they still wish to own.
The music that plays in her head non stop.
The dying will to destroy.
She can’t reach the high notes.
For so many things hold her down.
Pandemonium is her right hand and she is it.
But God has looked passed her in so many ways.
He knows that she is the one.
So does he that rest in hell.
They all know up in the great sky of wonder that she doesn’t belong to them.
She belongs to the Great Hills of Ariean.
Trapped here on earth to for fill her deceased mother’s quest.
So now she cries.
But not in memory.
But the fact that she has become the enemy.
The pain that grows in her heart.
Are not the troubles of life.
But the stones that slowly take over her soul till there is nothing left of her.
Slowly, causing more pain and despair.
Till she just doesn’t feel it anymore.
She has cried so much, spoken and written so many lost words.
The words of the Blind Man.
The eyes of darkness and light.
The way of the knife and honor of the sword.
She doesn’t know what is to come of the future.
Thought she use to know.
So many things have happened out of order.
So much they told her of is now out of control.
Pandemonium.
The fear of her right hand.
The fear of the music that goes on in her head.
That when it stops she will no longer be the person she was.
The Princess.
The Daughter.
The Mother.
The Bride.
They say that the light shines down at the end of the tunnel.
They say that the light means that you are going to a better place.
But we all know things are not what they always seem.
Until you take a look closer.
Listen to the music and look beyond the words.
It may be to late for her to fine out the meaning of it all.
Why things are the way they are.
Why pandemonium, her love and hate, chooses to take people that she loves.
But somewhere;
Some where there is someone who knows the answer.
She use to think that maybe it was her.
But now she doesn't think there is an answer out there.
But she will keep on listening till the music stops playing.
But right not it grows softer.
Her tears turn into air.
Another piece of her soul drifts away.
Then there is a happy melody but then it just drifts away.