The Hole

If I should let go of my anger, Then I must let go of my passion as well, My love, My fascination, My all, My hell. For it all comes together. Bundled like hay. It seems the Universe will have it no other way. To recognize bliss, To engrave thee abyss, To embrace thee amiss and set fire to this— Would leave nothing but the ashes of an empty man in God's hands. Exiled— banned— In grave command of no man's land. All of this I understand. To carry a hole through which the wind would blow into eternity.... Eternally. Yes, I cannot wait till the rain gets here. The same way you smile when the clouds disappear. When the lights persevere— When the Gods are sincere, We only cross paths when the paths are clear. And I should want this anger to subside as much as you. And I do. But we cannot build a wall between the truth. You cannot have your cake and eat it too. All of those birthdays.... What a stain. What a shame. What a way to look back on pain. In awe Insane Inside my youth. What I saw has drained the light from my view. So if I should let go of my anger— I bid you the sky, The world shall be less whatever, And so shall I.