Hero

The world of Limbo is more than cursed,

Endless nights littered with dim half light,

In windless eternity no smoke dispersed,

Just a window to your world, for only sight.

The world is filled with the lonely,

But we are not alone in purgatory,

A million souls clamour tirelessly,

To crawl out of this horror story.

We watched together as we all failed,

Hoping one could succeed and prove,

That Limbo isn't where we are jailed,

And that out of darkness we can move.

Each attempt felt more futile than previous,

Till the window caught every last soul's eye,

As an Angel's hand stretched through to us,

She touched my brother and bid he again try.

We watched together as he tried,

We hoped that he would succeed,

For we prayed to escape to your side,

We prayed he was the hero we need.

For our spirits are weak and broken,

Our beliefs are lost in eternal night,

We need just one brother here to win,

And show all that we can have the light.

Snapped

Oh holy father who art in hell,

Hear me fall and ring the bell.

The time has come, hear me now,

before your grace I do humbly bow.

Raise your hands through the hellish sky,

Towards my heart and soul fix your eye.

Raise your hands through the brown earth,

And pull me down to you, through the dirt.

Push your icy hands through my chest,

Take away my soul's spirit, make it rest,

Wrap your ice bone fingers around this heart,

Freeze it to the core, and make heat depart.

The light is a burden, not a gift,

One I refuse to any longer lift,

For the weight has crippled me,

At back, spirit, shoulder and knee.

A nightmare masquerading as a dream,

Where the light is poison it would seem.

An enchantment or hex or maybe madness,

Which turns each happy moment to sadness.

Repeat

I thought the curse was going to break today,

I craved respite from this shadow most evil,

For the will be it sand or iron, would break away,

And the hex would scar and wound, but never kill.

I thought the shadows would be driven away,

Their fear birthed by the promise of your light,

Each pulse of your pure heart, birthed a new ray,

The shadows need not bother readying to fight.

I thought I could still see the that which is true,

I believed the shadows had never taken my mind,

For my soul could never cease to believe in you,

Another soul like yours would take a lifetime to find.

I really thought you'd break the curse today,

For you made me believe in your lovely vision,

My soul and heart now have seen you betray,

A lie told and a mask worn, I tasted my salvation.

Fading

You need to tell me now so I will know till I die,

What do you want? Tell me now, tell me clear,

You test and twist and take my peace, why?

Tell me what you want, I am in the dark here.

An endless fruitless hunt for a true purpose,

To find the reason to wake myself up again,

And cast away the sketched smiling surface,

And maybe see the world without that pain.

My knees are weak and my back is heavy,

Will was shattered, but worse was the Heart,

For once my back and my knees betrayed me,

I pillaged it's Spirit to hunt down this path.

I need to find that which I crave most of all,

For I can feel my Spirit fade with each night,

And there isn't long until this Spirit shall fall,

And till forever this Heart shall lose its light.

No More Thread, Please

I can feel the cracks widening and drifting,

The stitches have come undone on this day,

Ripping more as the pieces kept separating,

It clearly was hopeless to hope they’d stay.

All the strings have now released the meat,

The old wounds of this heart lay bare again,

With the blood and the pain rushing to greet,

With more bleeding on today’s freshest pain.

How many more times can it be destroyed?

Till the pieces break too small for the string,

On what unseen day would I be carrying a void?

That doesn’t want to beat and can no more sing.

I shall never know if it’s a curse or a divine blessing,

That within each shattered fragment of meat I feel,

A surge and desire that never seems to stop living,

That triggers insanity to make me stitch and heal.

If there truly is mercy on this planet I hope to find it,

The mercy that silences this heart so it sings no more,

I don’t care if it can, I don't want to make another knit,
For the pain and bleeding's doubled as each stitch tore.