Days of Void

As I see the light that lays ahead of me

I can't help reminisce when I was raging aimlessly in the dark

Can't help my nature, still

Learned to love what kills and still learning how to destroy the evil 7

Even here they see my mark

the root of it all

Making their sentences: some to hell, some to heaven

Just to remember where I am, where I'm going, they are not free

Nonchalant when I'm not so tall 

Fragile to the weight that others carry but always thrown to the back

Just lay it on me

After providing you rekindle but can't see as far anymore

Only hear: cries, screams, laughter, tongues of all kind

Only beauty I see is dreams: follow the rain they said, allurements to new life

Always be the light, even if they 

Keep watch of you.

Days turn into months 

Months to years, how many years has it been?

Asking questions you know the answers to: will this help me?, will they help me?

Why am I here? What must I do? Where should I head? Where has the faithful gone? Where are my loved ones?

Are they strangers now? Should I make them into strangers? Should I help them forget?

How deep am I, how much deeper can I go, Should I continue?

How grey should these questions be, before they turn dark 

They blind and trap you in a chamber filled with irrelevant, unconnected tongues that you wish you can cut off and down

"How distasteful, how rude" they say after spitting and hitting that lick on you

The human in me starts to shout, "I'm no God"

I'm not and don't want to be