Peering through the glass with two vacent eyes,
Watching drops of rain fall, like his own demise,
Falling to this earth like angel with no wings,
Reminice about the past and of better things
Broken thoughts, broken soul, fading stars in space,
Dropping to his knees, this is his fall from grace
Pain is constantly growing like an infection in his head,
Echoing words in an empty skull remember what was said
Omnious black clouds drift across a lighting cracked sky,
Light breaks through as his soul begins to cry
Weakend and defeated, he still raises his head with pride
Knowing he must live, although something inside of him has died
He walks outside and looks above, a cold chill from the rain,
Water running down his body, as he tries to wash away the pain
Familier winds begin blow, and push the storm away,
Sun shining upon his face, the night turns into day
Never to cleanse this unholy, like the demons under his skin
Resistance is futile, as his metamorphasis begins
Everything he feels inside burns like a fiery rage,
The walls he built up now becomes his cage
Forever indebted to something he can never have,
The iron bars begin to rust as he's the one who laughs
Finally releasing all this vileness that's within,
Takes one last look back, never to return again

© James Barnes 2008