I heard it again tonight.
That voice which calls out to me in rhythms both beautiful and deadly delight.
It sang to me tonight of things long past. Of lovers, betrayers, of death in mass.
It's voice so precise and lovely. As loud as distorted brass bells booming across an empty valley.
Oh, how it calls to me!
A siren song that I cannot seem to flee.
Raising in ecstasy and diminishing in sorrow.
It cries out to me from it's hidden hallow.
Tonight, again, it laughs and screams.
A voice of conflicting nightmares and dreams.
Tonight, I long to reach out and comfort.
To ease the cacophony and discomfort.
How it sings to my soul!
Every syllable sung is slowly taking it's toll.
All sense rescinds from my mind.
And finally, I leave it all behind.
Tonight, I reach my hand out.
I embrace that which has tormented without doubt.
It wraps and winds its way into my heart.
Taking me by the we depart.
Into that darkness once feared.
Now a friendly space that feels so dear.
Tonight, for the first time, it's finally silent.
The voice was that of my own defiant.
The sun rises with its ashen gray. This morning I drift away.
