Requiem: Macabre

Anger welling
Darkness swelling
Over-running
Overwhelming

Hatred growing
Bitterness showing
Freedom dying
No one knowing

Need to escape
Need to be free
Need to start over
Need to be me

Have to leave
Have to move on
Have to be new
Have to be gone

No more pain
No more sorrow
No more today
No more tomorrow
No more worry
No more fears
No more sadness
No more tears

A life for nothing
Just macabre jest
A puppet to torture
A soul to molest

No purpose have I
I was made to fall
I was born to die
To be nothing at all

What's the use then?
Why do I try?
If I was born for nothing else
Why have I not died?

Is it some sick joke?
Some dark Heavenly humor?
A target for otherworldly gossip
And for deity rumor?

Or perhaps I am a repeat?
The next Job in this tale.
Is some twisted bet,
The source of my living hell?

Who am I to question?
I've no right to ponder.
I am just a pawn,
I have no right to wonder.

Perhaps one day,
All will be revealed.
No more secrets hidden,
No more lies concealed.

A reasoning for it all,
A purpose at last.
A reason to live,
And to strive ahead, steadfast.

And maybe, just maybe
A saviour will show.
A guiding light in my life,
To show me where to go.

One can only hope,
And hope I shall do.
It's all I have left
Other than you...

by DarkDevotions
posted on 10/06/2008