What comes after death?
I hope it's better than this.
But if my family isn't there,
I'm gonna be ******.

I dislike the life I have,
but I love my family and my friends.
I want to keep the ones I have
even after the end.

Whether its heaven,
another life, or just a black abyss;
I want the people I've come to love,
because I know they'll be missed.

I believe out of fear for
I don't know what happens next.
So I get on my knees and pray,
tracing a cross against my chest.

I don't want to fear,
but i don't want to miss a possible fact.
I don't want to be denied access to heaven,
and spend eternity staring into black.

I fear every day,
especially since I'm full of sin.
So I pray I'm forgiven,
I have no choice but to give in.

An angels breath burned my bridges down
There's not enough faith if you don't cross
I was given the one chance to linger in town
Walking with voices offering to take me across

Playing with matches unable to find my way
My conscience knelt in a closet where I grieve
I pray alone as the sword decides who stays
She hid her beauty inside the empty sheath

I turned my back to gaze upon never again
But how can I say goodbye to all that I know?
I lied in my prayers though she was my friend
It was only sin that made me happy long ago

I can only believe what my soul tells me to
To every candle I ask the same question
Is it that I have always known what to do
Or are my bridges an angels reflection?

Though, should I
or have I begun?

To feel the tussling
Of blurring bodies.

Transforming and dancing,
Through these very halls.

Where aching is thick,
and a embrace is a release.

Should I begin?
How should I begin?

Swallow the dagger,
stabbing from behind.

Let it sit deep in my stomach.
Push it further, where it can’t cut.

Where will it end?
How will I begin?

Under lock and key,
Just where I left it .

It escapes as it did just now,
conjuring a puncture to bone.

Blood flows,
Rushes out into the world.

Is this a release?
How can I heal?*

Pouring out,
It tastes salty on the cheek

The color is dark,
cold to the touch.

Purging the night,
that stained blood black.

Sifting the chill,
of steel from bone.

Ringing out whats left of gore and fluid,
down the drain.

*I can begin now.
This is the end.

Anger is an emotion which is natural and perhaps sometimes necessary but if unchecked it can cause irrepairable damage to your soul..you need to know as to when to display it and when to curb it.