I allow the blood
I allow the pain
I allow the constant tears
I allow the accompanying fear
At least this is what I am told
By a soul who is forgotten
and cold
This is what is told
I allow my friends to cry
I allow the pain they feel
I allow for the Hate
I allow for my death
And this is what I was told as I sat in the E.R.
waiting to be saved like
a repenting Fallen angel from the depths of Hell
knowing that everything returns from where it came
