A Plea For Pain

Apparitions create memories. They're taunting me. Voices sing sad songs to me. Some times I wonder if something is seriously wrong me. He's warning me. These faces are haunting me. I'm wondering why'd God take them and not me? I remain on the side of my bed on bent knees. I plead: "I'm not afraid to leave. Lord, please. Take me instead of She." And the value of life is realizing that it's worthless if you're not willing to lay it down for another person or a purpose. And if I say I want to leave does that make me suicidal? Progress and footsteps run together. Repeating the same cycle. These dreams tower over heads like the Eiffle. Dark in the hearts with no revival. Recurring nightmares leave them stiffled. Thoughts dancing in my head like recitals. Or battles you've read about in the Bible. Lucifer and Michael. With 10 erased, two await to judge a fate. Every step is followed. Destiny's lone disciples. This life isn't worth living. I spend it on survival. Words never said aren't the enemy. You're wrestling with the rival.

I've committed the unforgivable sin. My punishment without a sentence. Banished to a world within this, revealing a landscape of imperfection without a blemish. Amidst the questions, I'll suffer for you. I'll take the blame. Let me be your Rogue. Transfer your burdens, as I touch your soul.

Give me your pain.



---EOB.