Blurred perceptions, reality's cry,
We always yell,
You wonder why.
Mouths contorted,
Face a mask,
Unrecognizable,
Blurs of ash,
Fingers pointed,
Arms outstretched,
Again we scream,
Oh, what a mess.
Clouds,
Thunder,
And lightning,
On cue,
The atmosphere screams when I fight with you.
Angry rumbles,
Saddened hues,
Colors fade,
My soul does, too.
You think I'm wrong,
I know I'm right.
Demons souls,
Angels flight.
Fleet of joy,
Arrival of hate,
Which way will you go,
When we're at the gate?
Given a choice,
Would you leave or stay?
I know the answer, I'm afraid.
And so I say,
Goodbye my hate,
If you're reading this now,
We're at the gate.
