Inside of him lies a bloodied heart,
Two sides slowly drifting apart,
One with visions of the past,
And one with memories of the future to last.
He dreams of freedom granted by a metallic remedy,
Drowned by the pain of future misery,
Dreams left dusty in the shadows of nothing,
With his hopes of ever escaping the horror.
His life is slowly corroded by his pain,
His heart covered in bloody scars,
Decayed and bleeding hopelessly,
It gives up in trying to live.
He sees in his future his escape from the torture,
A cage that lies shattered and empty,
As he soars to freedom on blackened wings,
And into the cold darkness that surrounds his body.
He struggles alone with a gasp for air,
But then relaxes to accept the redemption,
Free from the fate that stole his life,
And away from the life that stole his fate.
Monday, January 25, 2010
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