Here After

I cannot seem to bring myself to witness these present days Weary as I have become I cannot see my presence living in these passing days I shall climb out of hell One piece of brimstone at a time I shall mortar my way back into life I shall prevail If not, then I shall remain pulverized In my misery’s bottomless pits Fantasies of pleasant days cover my trails From the corner of my eyes I see the things I once had a chance of making my rapture Only to be the individual I am I seem to have delayed my capture Funny thing is, I seem to be getting older Slowly coming of age Memories now remind me of the soft things I once told her Seems I can’t bring myself to turn the page Now days I fear what’s on the other side of this face So I stay starring through a blackened mirror I stand and remain bold At times that I clearly hurt Take away all the suffering and its only pain To live and do without Take away nothing, but leave not this life And not even death can make his claim