For All Those

You don’t want to know me For it would only hurt Indeed all those who do Have grown to regret As they fall by the wayside Like angels clipped of their wings Collapsing into lifeless masses As their bodies meet the bottom From which there can be no return With the crash that is great waste Into pits of anger, sorrow, and despair And as I thrive off their misfortune They would be much better off Had they never met me As the humanitarian in me wins My thoughts begin to wander I ask what would be the result If I myself, by my own design Met violently with the cold, lifeless below Could all the energy I possess Which I have so underhandedly gained Finally be returned to its rightful place And on it's revival, could all those I’ve known Learn to love me once more But I can only pray to him He that is my own antithesis That this dream which I see In the violent hues it is shaded Not be invoked by those I help For my actions show me undeserving And my deepest of feelings Care deeply for all those Despite what my actions suggest And so I kneel down and I pray Hoping the dismal and ominous future I behold Does not manifest on the innocents It is in knowing I have done it That I’ve done my utmost in good That it now leaves my hands Upon the wings of a deep hearted prayer And I then set about to do That which I know must be done As I barrel towards the bottom With ever increasing fury I look over my shoulder To the worlds I have destroyed And see them all there Lit dimly with a flickering hope Just moments before the grinding squelch That is my convictions overcome Just before the horrendous thunder That is my embodiment collapsing And before that blinding flash That is my rupturing spirit I know that this will make things right For I have seen the sparkle in his eyes And I make my last plea of those I ask they not cry upon my fall For it’s made for them and their strength anew And made by my love for those I know Written January 24th, 2002 © on Jan 24 2002 07:13 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10