Scriptures

  

What is it about one's history,
    that you cannot forget.

Am I destined to be plagued by the same images on every chapter?

Why is the nature of time to cripple thought and destroy ones being?
Is it all a test?
Does will truly win at the end?
        ... or is the end only nigh when one's will is fragmented?

Is this a sample of my purgatory?
Where my eyes cannot close
    without the ghostly images radiating through the dark of my mind?

I cannot forget your face, a fate sealed to my soul.
My dreams have died, I only see you in the dark of my sleep.

Has hell gripped me already, too soon?
While I still draw breath?

I walk the long road to nowhere.
The dark my companion,
my solace. DA       23/03/2009