Purgatory

The march of souls starts

With the ringing of a bell.

The march of lost souls,

Headed now to hell.

They look towards their brothers,

Stumbling ahead.

They look towards their mothers,

All of which are dead.

I turn towards the chasm,

To the bridge that we crossed.

To behold wandering children,

All of which are lost.

I look towards the future,

To the rocking of a boat.

One to carry us to suffering,

One to take away our hope.

In the time that follows,

How much time I scarcely know,

We are sat down together,

For eternity to row.

I cry out in anguish,

And a voice growls my name,

"You can leave anytime,

Or choose more of the same."

With haste I arise,

And jump into the sea.

As I sink, the boat fading,

In the dark, only me. 

All at once I can breath,

And a light fills the air.

Happiness engulfs me,

Feel it?! Do I dare?!

I strive to keep on walking,

This darkness that I bear.

I dread to return,

To be a pris'ner there.

Every now and again,

A voice calls my name,

"You can leave anytime,

Or choose more of the same."