• Numbing thoughts make me lose grasp on hope.
    Why can’t people see, morals, in time are slowly lost.
    Sorrows make a veil, darkness casting me into a dark night.
    Gasping, chocking for a breathe, ending in desperation.
    Heart pounding, thoughts racing by. Emotions forever searching
    For a love, a hate, a reason why. A guide to my eternal salvation.

    Fire and Brimstone? Pearly gates of gold? Shall I enter damnation or salvation?
    Should I reach up high? Look on the brighter side, a silver lining of unreachable hope?
    Where are we going, looking for the day? Forgotten among the heavens, forever searching
    For the night to come. Soul wandering through the sky, gliding through absent space. Lost
    In transition, memories flying past. Gripping to things fading away holding tight to thoughts in desperation.
    Sent spinning in a spiraling sense of vertigo overwhelmed by night.

    Cold. Void of all feeling I’m left to disappear with the wind. Send flying into the night.
    Heart dropping, a loss of breathe. Is this normal? Am I alone to find this salvation?
    Alone in this impossible journey? Is my heart heavy without reason? Is this all done, in desperation?
    How do we find light in this dark? How do we find reason within chaos. How can I be filled with hope
    When doubt is surrounding us? Am I the only one whose mind is gone, whose thoughts are lost?
    And yet with all this uncertainty, I can’t bring myself to stop my fight, to stop my searching.

    Floating through time, crying out for someone, perhaps they’re searching.
    My head hurts. So cold is this loneliness brought on by everlasting night.
    Where am I? How can I reside in your heart when even now I find myself wandering, lost.
    My enemy holds the key. The key to my end, a locked salvation.
    So where is joy to be had, when the holder of my fate is my enemy? Am I seeking a dead hope
    To this end? Looking for a love that we can never find in desperation.

    Can it be that this life was never meant to be lived, telling hopeless lies in desperation,
    So that we can try to deceive ourselves that perhaps there’s some purpose to occupy our searching.
    Will there be a God to place ourselves with when we descend into the afterlife, or should we just hope
    That when we pass someone will care enough not to let us just rot away into the darkening night?
    Perhaps when we look at the bigger picture of life, we just need to realize there is no salvation
    Among the poor forgotten souls and that once we leave we shall be forever gone, lost.

    Tomorrow will be a dark day, a cold day. For all thoughts will be gone, all morals lost
    In an eternity of flames of clouds, but in tears we will find out in desperation
    Nothing will matter, only the here and now will lead us to what we see as salvation.
    Will there be a light with us in the darkness to aid us in our journey of searching?
    No one knows what’s in the dark, no one knows the horrors that await at night,
    But I know that no matter what shall arise, to stay in eternal grace we must hold onto hope.

    I will forever search for salvation, until the dying day that my thoughts are lost,
    Forgetting to hold on to hope, falling into darkness in desperation.
    Will there ever come a day when I can stop searching? Relaxing into eternal night.