Looking back I see a tab that cannot be paid; for much has been the suffering I have laid. My face can feel the cold night’s breeze; for centuries my soul has felt death’s freeze. Those who have trampled my spirit I can easily forgive; yet this mercy upon myself I could never give!
“To forgive someone lives within himself” they say.
“May God grant him the will to forgive oneself” they pray...
Do not look upon this madman with pity I-beg; for my own induced anguish and pain I would not renege. My sorrow is the light upon my feet; this cross is mine to bear – mine is this throne’s seat. Though demons lurk in the shadows after me, my soul belongs to the ALMIGHTY HE. Do not be quick to cast thine stone upon me – allow my insanity the ability to just be! Do you not have the gift to see? Can you not understand my life lacks your glee! To forgive someone is easy for me; to forgive oneself is much harder than to forgive thee!
Dark are the days hours upon my bed; within the walls of my mind I see the dead. Hell is not where I am being led; for it has forever lived inside my head! Walking I live amoung those called the undead; cursed to see, hear and quench with dread.
A piano softly plays in the asylum; devil strikes his tune for my mourning joy. In my journey I shall pay all the malum; like a puppet to his music my hands I will employ.
“Write about your tears” his piano gently plays...
“Write about your childhood fears” his piano softly says. “For they all want to stare – delighting in what they hear! Forget forgiving thyself my dear, for thou are my enslaved writer for all your living years!”
My pleas go out to you my friends; do not forsake this lunatic within the wall. To you I beg my friends; do not leave me to this lunacy – screaming in the hall!
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