Intense,
Yet calm.
Bold,
Yet small.
Beautiful,
Yet horrid.
The feeling,
That sooths,
Yet aches.
It rids me,
Of selfishness,
Yet greed,
Overcomes it.
Drowning,
In nothing,
But the fear.
The pain,
So mere,
Yet sharp.
It strikes,
Without force,
Yet it breaks,
My skin.
My flesh,
Is cold,
It's dark here,
This place.
I look around,
No one.
Silence.
I cry,
Yet remain,
Unheard.
I walk,
Yet go no where.
I remain,
In this feeling.
I run,
And I run.
I cry,
And I cry.
I whimper,
And I fall.
I push ahead,
Yet I land,
On my back.
This cold floor,
Has me,
Bound.
Bound by my chains,
The locks,
And no key.
But once,
I heard of it,
A key.
A key will,
Save me,
My soul,
My heart.
Free me,
From the feeling,
This pain.
He holds it,
The key,
In his heart,
His hand,
His soul.
He remains,
Invisible.
For: Him ... He Knows Who He Is!!
