he. . .

[thasecondcoming]

a darker place, he sits alone,
a deeper space, no place to roam,
he is dying yet he cant see,
hell lie to himself for eternity,
praying for a brighter day,
hoping he can find a way,
waiting for the great escape,
he pulled the string n opened the drapes,
removed the bars only to find,
the windows locked hes still confined.

days grow older nights grow colder,
the wieght is heavy upon his shoulder,
stuck alone yearing for life,
lost and wallowing in his strife,
dreams are anchors of the soul,
without them we would lose control,
but yet he patiently awaits,
when someone will take him to those gates,
or suffer needlessly and forever dwell,
in his sorrow in the depths of hell.

genius struck insanity breeds,
contempt for others has taken the lead,
thats why he sits there alone,
he chose to take that road on his own,
never to see the light outside,
left alone with only pride,
and the realization of his mistakes,
humiltys painful and his will it breaks,
but ignorance has led him astray,
from seeing those brighter days,
a wandering soul lost forever, so anxiously desperate to find,
something i will never be free of in the confinds of my mind.