i heard the sound
of knocking on my door
knocking on my door
on my door
startling my subconscious
and sending shivers down my spine
down my spine
my spine
I squatted and hid
afraid of what was to come
what was to come
to come
peeking through dingy and torn curtains
longing to see only an empty step
only an empty step
empty step
there to my surprise was an angel
hand outstretched ready to take me home
ready to take me home
take me home
I cried out as I looked back
at the pool of blood my body laid in
my body laid in
laid in
instantaneously the realization came
and I reached out for the hand of god
for the hand of god
of god
no more pain, discontent, guilt
I was now free, but still held some regret
still held some regret
some regret
sometimes we come to an understanding
well beyond the point of too late
point of too late
too late –