A battle for beliefs that represent both light and dark possibilities |
Late at night, when the stars reach the end And slide to the ground to find a place to die, My soul awakes to witness the angel's battle Between the light and dark shadows where I form-- Haunting my brain with unwanted memories. I wish I could fall with the stars and blanket The hidden depths of a tortured nightmare. Inside a universe-- so small yet greatly vast-- I remember the way the day did end. And I heard the cries of heaven's forgotten lines, Of souls like mine trying to pretend They belonged to the light when darkness Came for them--bringing them down to Hell's Gates, where their eternity would begin I wait for one to claim me as their own-- But neither side will say for me to come in From the purgatory that is earth, where I Reside in a forgotten loop, a bottle of Champaign held half empty in my hand, A token of the tears that always flow As celestial feelings engulf my troubled soul. God or demon-- which one will gain control And release me from a prison without strings Attached, and guide me back into the fold Of sheep serving time in the night's contrasting sky-- Guarded by hearts tempted by original sins-- So gallantly paid by a savior forever unseen, Not knowing which side I serve: the light or the dark? Instead, I pray to idol Gods, trying to beat the odds-- As statues promise your soul to repent, Cold beings without a purpose except to me and mine-- A church that is built on wet and shifting sand, Ready to plunge into the ocean on a whim, Taking me down a path so far untraveled-- Leaving the frays of my soul unraveled. 35 lines |