Reaching the Storm

The light has reached
The darkness
Beyond the gates
Of Hell
Break through the
Soul Immolare
To where our
Heroes fell

While crushed under
Rhinestones of
Purple, and
Night-blue
An eclipse awaits
Your bloodless body
To build again,
Renew

To face your taker's
Immortal breath
To feel the icy cold
Upon your naked
Pure white flesh
From hands wrinkled,
And old

To hear the
Grandfather clock
Ticking
To hear the music
Cry
To bare your sins to
Our Holy Father
Who will forgive you
When you die

Who's wounds are
More abundant
More painful
More scarred
Then those of
Dried blood
On your wrists
Of suicide attempts
You farce

The light has reached
Your darkness
The day has
Found your night
To open your eyes
To face again
The humiliation
Of day light

To look into
The eyes of people
Who know you
Through and through
That your weak attempt
At suicide
Was something
You couldn't
Do