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Reaching from the fog of War.

a Single solitary hand, questing for more.

Cold and still, it waits, frozen in place by a frost-bitten heart.

Endlessly, a statue stands, waiting to be touched and thawed.

If only.

The captain is mad.

His children, that lethal crew.

They all flew the crows nest.

A head dive, hundreds of feet to the frigid sea.

The captains lost boys.

Pan rejoices.

Peter, the dark angel that all think of as a hero.

He is not the first to wear the darkest of golden armor.

Through the sky The Pan rejoices.

The captain cries in fear.

Hell is welcomed on earth with open arms.

Hook.

Hook.

The captain of the ship joins his crew.

The bottom of the sea is a cold place.

His heart beats loud in his ears.

Tick tock, the infernal clock.

The captain moans.

The pan is here even.

No escape from the flying demigogue.

His evil island.

The Lost Ones.

The sea coughs the boys up on those dark shores.

Shaken, beaten, bloodied, they embrace their saviour.

The boys lose their humanity, they are ready for his bidding.

Pan rejoices.

Hook cries.



Tick



Tock

As we look up at the sky, we stretch the wings of our soul,

attempting to reach the heights of the free creatures, the burning, blazing,

all consuming flame in the sky. A hint of a blade races the Aether, rises the pulse

of the human soul. The enticement of our death, the truth that we can control our own fate. The blade plunges deep, a drop strikes the ground.

The drop pours into the last river of our forgotten humanities. We yearn to escape in the flow of our livelihood. The Aether, the haunting melody of our final death note. The drop forms a river, and the Aether plunges to the depths of the earth.

In our urge to escape the ground we intomb ourselves into the burning star at our feet.The drop forms a river, and the river plunges from the face of the Earth.

We long to escape our doom. To control our fate. Ultimately we always fall to the ground.

A home where the boy is hated.

A place where darkness is created.



Alone in his family, without a soul to turn.

Alone in his life, forced for eternity to burn.



The girl whom he lives, prays him to take his life.

The girl whom he loves, they only talk in strife.



The boys very life a mistake, just like his father.

Unaccepted by society, an outcast, like his mother.



A lonely man, surrounded by sorrow, lost in this black world.

Made to be comfortable with the most vile and hateful things.



How he wishes it would all just end.

Drifting in this ocean,

Lost without an anchor,

My life continues in its fashion.

Why can't i escape this?

No matter what i do or how hard i try.

I float along in my own private wasteland.

I see no one for miles, just the blank expanse.

When a figure comes into view for that briefest of seconds the waves crash and push me away.

At night i see only foreign stars, weighing down on me with the enmity of the world.

So lost....

My life, of late there has been much change,

My pet, this darcness, accompanies me still.

Never straying or faltering, its hate always in range,

Moving on in the years, trying best not to kill.

Yet this darcness is here, never leaving my side,

A hateful companion as always, ready to make me snap.

Every step I take, another foot closer to Hyde,

He is my darcness, my id, the only company on the map.

Everything I've done, all the pain I've endured, not enough for my freedom,

Perhaps it shall not ever happen, the end of my long journey.

Perhaps I'm really cursed, as I've believed through all these seasons,

I relish the day that I will take that last step, ending life on that gurney.

The air bites into my skin, a frosty touch to take the heat from my bones,

I walk along the side of he road, watching people pass in their cars,

My mind is reeling, I'm alone again, I see strangers pass by, once more I'm without a home.

Far from family, nowhere to turn, far from any friendly face that would be sad by my scars,

I walk along the road, my duffel on my back, 20 years of life, fitting into a single black bag,

I'm walking forever, I have nowhere to be, no one to want me, hold me, or even care.

These lines flow through my mind, i raise my ciggarette to my face, one more drag..

One more step down the road, another in a million,

Loaded gun in my hand, my finger aching for that gentle squeeze.

A small motion, a blast of fire, so easy, no longer will happiness be a tease.

My body cries to just let go, to bid my last farewell to this life of misery.

A simple end, n pain, no sadness, just the simple endless infinity.

My soul yearns for it, begs for release from this flesh tomb, just let go...

My spirit flying in the clouds, looking down on this hateful world as cold as snow.

The end calls out to me, I crave it so fervently. just to join that unearthly flight.

After my life full of pain, anger, after so much strain of this endless fight.

The wasted youth of my life.. so filled with sadness and torture,

Aging through the years, covered with the fog of hate, clouding my soul through the ages.

Every day i try to make good my escape, to free myself of my life full of jest,

In the end it just leaves me with this knife in my hand, and blood pouring down my chest.

I hold this gun in my hand, my pathetic life plays out before my eyes, and I pause

"Is this really how i want it to end?" I ask, "is this really how I want to die?"

Suddenly an image flashes into my mind. HER. My angel, my saviour. Muirn Beatha Daan...

The pain, anger and sadness evaporates instantly as her light floods through me.

It pours into me, chases the demons that plague my being, lifts the chains around my soul

I feel as if I am born anew, a new breath on my lips and a smile in my heart.

My face cracks, the strain of an unknown expression, a smile, plays across my features.

The gun falls from my hand, metal striking concrete as the hammer falls, a blast of heat...

I feel the blood first as it pours down my cheek, a wide furrow in my face the only damage.

But I notice not a thing, my mind is filled only with her, that lights truly a miracle,

My step feels light as a bird, lifted by strange happiness, complete for the first time in life.

I no longer wonder at my motality, or at the end of my days, I now want to continue life,

The end filling me with read, for when it comes i will once more be alone, and scared.

Once more that darkness will fill my very soul.

But not yet, for right now i have Her.

And I Am Happy