Killing Our Own Hope

Emancipation of our soulful deliverance
The crucifixion of our sought for salvation
A heart beat, still and then thunder
As shock and stale fire spread
It is but a reflection
Mirroring the time, our cursed situation
Our watched weakness revealed
In the subtleties of trials of temptation

There's a voice in the air, but I don't hear it
A man stood waiting, welcoming
But knowing I cannot see
For there is frailty in my faith
And belief only in my doubts
With freedom once again bound to circumstance

The sands seem still, and yet I once felt the Earth shift beneath my feet
As a second passed unrecorded but in my wounded mind

Streets are empty
A knife long since thrust deep with hatred
Despair and unfaltering hope
Right into the heart of it all

I once saw your face and you were smiling
But what is that but a reflection
Of my own mistaken misconceptions
I have not the heart to smile
In a time when I am conscious of the breeze
And the shadows at my back calling me home
Beckoning me still with stolen secrets
That I dare not admit for fear they'd linger long in my own desperate darkness
My semi-paradise
The Eden that has not yet escaped me
Although the Moon tonight evades me
And the purgatory of yesterdays driftwood, washed up souls
Is still and silent
Devoid of all emotion

But fear once settled here
And has grown in mortal vines
Spreading, entwining
And is still choking our redemption

**I wasn't sure if this should be slipped in with faith and religion or not... but I''ll let it rest here, for it is late and I am in dire need of a comfy bed to collapse in**