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Darkness falls
As do I
Pain evolves
Within the eyes

Of the one who truly hate
Those of us that love
Who cannot find it in them selves
To care for a simple dove

I see my self described with these words
My life summed in these sentences
Astonished I see my image on this page
Reflecting my pretences

It's so dark down here
But my vision is clear
There is a light behind the wall
Soft, aglow, I long to answer its call

The wall is high, and smooth I find
The light has softened, and yet I'm blind
My deep crimson eyes ache and swell
Tears begin to leak, for light I don't know well

Cast into darkness, exiled in Death's park
Light is a phantom that shuns my mark
The velvet zig-zag in the palm of my hand
Forbidding me from all promised land

I reach my thin, white arms above
No groves for a strong hold my love
I jump and clash into the wall
Creating a one person brawl

The wall is too high
THAT I can't lie
Jumping and failing
I throw my self down arms flailing

Why can't I do this? What's wrong with me?
I'm ugly and cursed. Hung from a tree.
My devils wings won't even carry me anymore
For cruel deeds and sweet dreams the devil tore

There is a glistening at the corner of my eye
a golden ladder I spy
It's too bright and killing my head
But I don't care, I'm already dead
My eyes hardly open
I reach out my hand groping

Nothing.
Nothing?

I furiously rake my hands through the ladder
slashing through it, curse that ladder!
I look up to the horrible light
Crying, fists ready to fight

If only I could reach it!
But the darkness and sorrow in my soul is too great
Quickly now, I fill with hate

I scream. I howl.
I yank at my dark hair, glaring at the wall so foul
Angrily I grab the ladder
And jerk away screaming louder

I had touched it. Oh yes, I had grabbed hold of it
But a brilliant white fire engulfed my hand where it sit
A pain so real inflamed my burned, melting skin
A red puddle began for my blood to flow in

Pain ebbed from all over
My red eyes now shown dead white
The cursed ladder burned up in flames
Forever in darkness etching my name

Bats
The beautiful creatures of the night
how I love thee
your graceful flight and delicate wings
how I loathe thee
for to be able to flee when disaster's cruel tune sings
I'm only human, dark, and unnatural
such transformations can't be satisfactual

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