Fallen Ones

Bared skeletal branches danced in the frenzied winds of time,
A red moon of blood is the only contrast to the silky darkness,
A false beckon of hope that brings only demise to it's seekers.
But there are those who seek it nonetheless,
if only to reach that sweet oblivion.
For who knows what truths or torments lie beyond the obscure light of the nights eclipse.
Daylight is but a memory now dimmed by the shade of a tortured heart.
Shredded and drained of life, yet still beating fiercely for what it cannot hide behind that wall of distant remorse.
The hope for one who's fallen so far from grace has led me to this desolation.
But is it the hope for myself or the one who scorned me?
Is it the hatred for that one or for myself?
Staring up at that doomed moon dripping it's poison upon us all, the ranks of broken winged angels surround me, all asking the same questions of life and love...
What does it all matter in the end?
Legions cry for themselves...
"Pity me!" they scream in angst and anger.
With great sadness I shake my head and move towards that desolate tree, pushing through soul after tormented soul, hungering to choose a different path, to look before and not above.
For all that I see around me is...
Hatred without cause
Justice without mercy
Death without reason
and love, without need or comprehension.
A corporeal hand to the rough bark of that wasted, dying beckon, darkened by despair and self loathing.
Taking all the pain from the masses and watching as they one by one drift on, their tears dry as their lonely world is lighted, and every so often I catch a glimpse of their paradise...
Alas for me, I choose a different path, to stay alone, cold in the darkness.
To seek what beauty it holds and release others who have not the strength to realize they are merely bodies, vessels, beings.
The time has come to end it all, I can taste it in the air, I can feel it in my heart, I can smell it in the wind, I can hear it in the soundless void, but most of all, I can see it in your eyes...
I open my self and bare my soul and to my Misery Demise.