Thunder claps violent as I rise from my bed,
The visions of flame dancing still in my head.
A memory perhaps or movie I've seen,
No sense to dwell as it was but a dream.
I dress for the weather and I steady my hands,
Then exit my home to begin my nights plans.
The wind forces rain like needles to my neck,
The unforgiving concrete keeps my feet well in check.
As I stroll through the town with my head hanging low,
I see shadows of strangers and the feet in their hold.
Spotting the first of my victims tonight,
I carefully follow through streets lacking light.
They lead me down alleyways and back behind homes,
And through the old graveyard where dead store their bones.
The world now grows darker for the towns at our back,
And the lake that's in front reflects the moon on cold black.
We turn down the pathways that lead to the beach,
And the stranger is close now almost in reach.
I stop in my tracks as the first does the same,
They sit on a bench raise their head and exclaim:
"Why have you left me?
My loves -oh my dears.
You said that you'd always,
Be close to me -here!
I point to my heart that you've broken in two,
Now watch as I take MY life under this moon!"
While I listen I creep up behind this poor man,
As I reach him he's just finished sobbing his plan.
I watch as he lowers his hand to his pocket,
He draws out a gun with a thumb he does **** it.
Raising it calm he takes aim towards his head,
I'm decided behind him 'he won't end up dead.'
Quick as I can without thought or delay,
I grab the man's gun and toss it away.
He turns looking back with his eyes full of tears,
But I am not there as his vision it clears.
He sits there alone for a while and I view,
As he looks to the moon and thinks his life through.
The man is still sitting as the Sun does its rise,
But soon follows suit starting off a fresh life.
The new day begun I now walk into town,
With the sun at my back on my face rest a frown.
No matter how many I help to be free,
There's always that loneliness deep within me.
I shake my head clear of these dark useless thoughts,
There's a new victim now in the shadows near lost.
As I walk down the path on the street to my right,
Stands a girl with a rose in her hair golden white.
She seems not to see me or any other,
It looks as she's blind black shades eyes covered.
But still talks wise and wonderfully sings,
And her beauty is greater than all other things.
So why have I found her and why does she glow,
What is to happen and why don't I know?
There is always a reason and always a rhyme,
But not in this case.
I follow behind as she carefully walks,
But it seems she aware of this man that does stalk.
What does it mean I keep asking myself,
Where is the trouble and how can I help?
We walk out of town to the dock by the shore;
At the lake I was last with the man who was sore.
As we come near the bench where he sat cloaked in black,
She stops by the edge of the lake and looks back;
Where the once shaded eyes had appeared just before,
I saw myself now a reflection and more.
As the truth through her eyes had been brought into light;
It was I on the bench whom I'd saved just last night.
The question was answered before it was asked,
She showed me a glimpse of a memory past;
It was years ago now that it all happened quick,
On a night like the last raining cold icy ******.
I was sitting at home with my wife and our child,
At a table for dinner holding hands we all smiled.
It wasn't much later that my mind had a switch,
I could see my face darken and an eye had a twitch.
I looked to the woman and baby together,
I swore that I'd **** them they deserved nothing better.
The wife grabbed the baby and took for the door,
But my hands were too quick and she fell to the floor;
As I noticed her standing I reached for a knife,
It flew to her back and drained her of life.
The baby now trapped underneath it's dead mother,
I chose to just leave.
And let it to smother.
Flash back to now from my eyes flow red tears,
Emotions rush fast from all the lost years.
The blind girl still standing there only but now,
Her eyes glowing bright and staring me down.
I melt in her gaze as she calmly states flat,
"You've been here too long child, now Hell wants you back!"
There's no more confusion just clear words of reason,
Once again now aware that inside I'm a demon.
The eyes of the blind girl now brilliant black,
Mouth opens wide and her nails pierce my back.
As she draws me in nearer I feel a great fear,
Her tongue splits as a snakes and tickles my ear.
While she whispers:
"So now you know why I've been sent,
You've lived too long your time is spent.
Now come with me you've got no choice,
I've got you fixed you've heard my voice.
There's no escaping this your fate,
We've just now passed through Hell's last gate.
Witness here you're soul shall burn,
Forever more you're limbs be torn.
And from your flesh drained all your juice,
Then 'round your neck a barbed chain noose.
You'll dangle there for years and years,
Your wounds will burn from all your tears.
Now come with us to Satan's room,
It's there you'll finally meet your doom."
All went dark as this was said,
And no sound found but in my head.
'What has just happened now,
can I be free and if so how?'
The darkness though it never goes away,
and here I am still to this very day.
There's nothing here but I and black,
No sight no sound no going back.
Just now I see a hint of light,
Up in the distance burning bright.
A blue red green speck comes up close,
Growing quick on its approach.
The darkness dies to burning flame,
It's clear I'm back in Hell again.
