The sun will rise one last time.
Too the top of cliff plateau I have climbed
Invest upon the view
For the next steps maybe my last few
The angels howl with joy.
As wounds are left gaping, thick blood, seeping out.
Salt extracted through my sweat,
Replenished upon my trembling wounds.
Replenished, with a bucket and spade.
I scream out hold me now,
But there's no body in this soaking desert.
Only rodents and vultures.
Who want of my death.
I remember when I was in my homeland.
A mountain of people,
They would shed there feelings of support upon my shoulders..
Not realising their support felt like heavy burdening boulders.
But these are the final steps!.
And as the burnt sky scorches me.
The vultures smell death.
Holding on for one last breath.
I'm assured this death will complete me.
And where I go there will be no one too meet me.
But still I cling too the frame of the plateau.
Saying no!, not me! take anyone take them, take the old, the sick the poor, the infant,
Just spare me!.
But life isn't bestowed upon anyone for eternity, though only twenty.
Eternity seems such a small time too what I have endured.
I've been lied too, deceived, broken at the seams.
Lost my friends, when I thought we where a team.
Found devilish emotions impossible too relieve.
Felt guilt of my own flesh for being so vulgar and disgusting.
This voldrunce skin will not drop away.
Beaten and torn my friends and family will falsely mourn.
Until the end when all is free, you will come too realise the monster really was me!
