The release of this relentless pain
will believe all sights of treason
as a positive force on one’s soul,
guilty promises lacking reason.
Restful thinking assures me that I will arise once again
perhaps my purpose is not to perform such gracious acts for men.
Yet if it is true, where is my end?
It’s nowhere to be found.
I’ve reached my death and now I’m wishing I hadn’t turned back around.
Entire blankets of black couldn’t shelter
light years of infinity,
and limitless love hovering above
could never cover mans self-pitying.