~Long Road~

I stumble
through
the Darkness
like a child
in
the Night,
these streets
once
so familiar
turning
mazelike
with
no light:
for the glass
from broken
streetlamps,
who have killed
their dying
flames,
have cut
my eyes
to
pieces
so
I'll see
no light
again.
I
am crying
silently,
for no
one is
around
except my
fellow
weeping
phantoms,
in this shattered
part
of town.
I'm trying
to find
some guidance,
for I
feel lost
and all
alone;
I'm a far cry
from heaven
now,
and a long
road
from home.

I've escaped
the falling
city
only to
face
a bladed
world,
my only
shield
a mask of
lies
that hides
the truth
of the shadow
girl;
for the world
is
a place
of corruption
that drains
my
heart
to
dust,
then cries
that
I'm
an outcast,
when I
refuse
to trust.
I
am sitting
in my cloak
of gloom,
singing
songs
of death
and praying
to
long vanished
gods
that I
might earn
a
little
rest.
I'm hoping
to find
some friendship,
for my
heart
feels made
of stone;
I'm a far cry
from heaven
now,
and a long
road
from home.

I'm wandering
like
a spirit in
a misty
maze of lies,
my body
now
a hollow
husk
with no
more tears
to cry:
for I've
been drained
of all
emotion
by
the vampire
I've
made my
life,
what little
it
has left
behind
burns like
a frozen
knife.
I am
wishing
vainly
that I
could mend
my
shattered
heart,
but
I have
no way
to fix it
and
don't
know where
to start.
I'm seeking
out a
kindred soul,
for I
have lost
my
own;
I'm a far cry
from heaven
now,
and a long
road
from home.


~(c) '97 The Mad Poet (A.K.LaBelle)