To Live Is To Die Over And Over Again

When the sun went down and I thought it had burned out,
I started to drown.
Forever shooting down.

A light so bright, all I could see,
My soul reaching out and never letting go.
Memories carved into the stone, charred, erected pillars in vain,
Whispers of false idols, traitors injecting venom into dried out veins.

Plagued by colossi strung along, cruel strings cutting into exposed flesh,
Vines rising along walls, from darkest cave to hallowed world,
Drawn to you,
Fighting against the current of time,
Struggling against the raging streams tearing through battered skin.

Human mind incapable to comprehend,
The experience of life,
Grander than the image of god,
Brighter than the brightest star,
Deeper than the deepest abyss,
The vision, the love, the light in front of me.

What is love but glory.
What is love but the current running in the wires of life.
Shocking minds to Delirium, to hallucinate heaven and be tortured in hell.

I can’t but pray for you to never lose my grip, Hands, fates forever intertwined. Incendiary rounds, bullet hail on the battlefield of my mind, Spirit guide me through, to where I know the fires might end. So one day I might know what it feels like not to miserably burn, a day where past is more than scattered ash, where past brings renewed hope.

Fingers but bones reaching from the shallow graves, the tear soaked dirt, clinging to the fabric of my heart.
All the strength left in the broken husk, a dream floating in a sea gasoline.

And I walk
Run, step, step, step forward,
Evermore towards the star,
The hands of hope. Into your arms.
Please don’t stop believing in me.