And like all souls in pain
I cannot say what Hell awaits
on a sightless day

Memories of joys and sorrows sewn
remain buried in my veins of unknown regrets
silence is the chosen legacy

what can be said of a soul that strayed?
Neither good nor bad but a victim
of the human condition

not quite dead, not quite alive
I cannot say if Heaven awaits
on this blackest of nights

-L.J. Lenehan-



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