Darkness flashes brilliantly
Within the dynasty of pain
The keeper watches diligently
On the fringes of my brain

Battling back insanity
Decaying teeth to grind
New situation’s gravity
At stake my unborn mind

Purgatory’s time on Earth
The sinner’s every battle
Eagerly awaiting birth
My birth cry is my death rattle

Is it such a stretch to see
Or is it false reality?
A whisper lost within a sigh
And the truth eludes the eye
Is it not so bad to be
Locked within one self, but free?
We trudge on in time to die
For the promise that our souls will fly

Freedom from this incarnation
Freed from flesh’s incarceration
And does belief create a Heaven?
Does disbelief create oblivion?
Is there true spitituality
Or do we simply cease to be?
Are there powers of our creation
Or is religion just desperation?