I dream of salvation,
Of being left alone,
Of pretty, purple flowers,
Beyond a broken throne.
I wonder of the world
Beyond this, and the next,
If everything I've toiled for
Is just some sort of jest.
I think of my brothers,
And my sisters, just alike,
And how we ended up
In this boring and dead fight.
I have visions of the future,
Of the struggles that it brings.
I soon begin to wonder if
I'm strong enough for those things.
I wish for simple peace,
To not be disturbed,
But it seems the only peace
Is out of this world.
So on my quest for peace,
I must leave this place,
For I cannot bear the tormenting and the death and the hate.
Hell awaits.
