For returning thy life to thee,
I am forced to remember the pain caused by he,
The threats and torment sustained,
This pain caused by he.
To fear of life lost,
I step toward fear itself,
And hold scared,
The memories of yesteryear,
And of the unknowing mind inside.
The heart open to all,
Yet so callous feels only the fear,
Of exsile to that terrible place,
Where the pain is king,
And your soul a pawn.
Trying to keep silent,
As those whips sting your mind,
This game played with no pieces or parts,
Just your unknowing heart,
Stolen from it's sane holder.
That dark hole once was filled,
With that game piece from hell,
Which purged on thy heart,
Destroying me's soul,
And capturing my mind.
As holy as hell,
This place in known by all,
Hidden in the outskirts,
Of a supposed sane place,
And unseen by others.
You keep it cooped up inside,
In that steel cage of yours,
Hiding it's attempts at escape,
Pushing it deep down inside,
And not letting those feelings run free.
To be what it is meant to be,
To love thy brother,
And cherish thy tear,
To be able to cry,
One needs to love.