Like thick black of night
Choking me with every breath
Here I sit in this monument
Which I have created for myself
My friends-ghosts of the dark
All prisoners of our own demise
Where even reptiles dare not slither
I dwell all of my days
In the seclusion of my deepest thoughts
My mind races
Like a bat out of Hell I try to stride out
Yet when I am faced with the light...
I am afraid
Driven by my own mad desire
The need to be free
Of these shackles and chains
Which bind me to this unholy place
Shall I pray for my salvation?
Like so many fools before me
Pray to what, to whom?
There is no one out there but people
And they are their own saviors
Are they not?
We are all in this trap...together
Like hungry wolves in a pack
We feed off each other
And things that go "bump" in the night
Our World
Our Creation
Our Hell
Am I the only one not blind?
Not closed off from this murderous scene?
This view of damnation?
There must be others
Others that see the truth
Behind all of this madness
The deafening roar of shrieking
Now fills my ears
I live where all pain goes
This is the retreat of evil
Am I afraid?
Not anymore
I know that I cannot be hurt
Unless I enter the light
That damnable light!
With all its sweet, romantic lies
Always tempting me
I will not go...just yet
I feel my confidence starting to weaken
As I am quickly surrounded by the light
"No!" I scream "No!"
"Don't send me to that place!"
"Where mothers cry while babies die,
Where children weep while fathers beat,
Where lovers fight for 'true love'
And people, oh the people! They kill each other for
possessions! No, don't send me to that awful place!"
And all at once
I am back in the dark
In my quiet, peaceful, comforting
Hell.
-Heather Gordon
