What hell hath I endured?
Was’t all a godless dream?
It felt like nine torturous years,
But what hath awakened me now?
It felt like a million searing daggers,
Hath impaled my beating young heart,
My question remained yet unanswered,
Wherefore have I risen on this day and age?
I was given false hope from an evil angel,
The false hope which bore its own poison,
If t’was simply a dream, why doth it bleed?
Why doth this heart feel mauled and dead?
I did search for the answer with a barren chest,
I found none, only lies hidden in smiling strangers,
I hath ne’er felt so weak, so crippled, dead I was!
Dead I was! But yet the act of dying forsakes me!
Finally I hath stumbled upon a familiar face!
It would be a sin not to! My true best friend!
Hark! What’s this? A muffled drum doth beat.
T’was my heart, with all its strength it did tell me.
“Nay, she’s not simply a true friend,
She’s the true Angel, your true Angel,
Thou doth love her truly, I know the truth.
I know where I truly lie, deep in her soul!”
