Voice of the Void

Voice of the Void

Voice of the void.
What wasn't right.
Confessions of a coward.
A most unholy sight
The light in the fire.
The dark of the night.
The flicker of a guilty conscience.
The reflection in your eyes.
Swallowed shadows whole.
Holding the balance in your wake.
Unspoken psalms.
The sound of a scream.
The scream of innocence.
Can you live knowing its your fault.
You could have protected her.
Should have protected her.
The clock strikes twelve.
Can you believe only two hours ago she was alive.
Lived, breathed, and walked the earth just like you and me.
How could you let it happen in vain.
The thoughts will drive you insane.
You'll wake up everyday with the fresh reminder.
The symbol of her last breath upon your memory.
Don't give up.
She wouldn't want that.
Live.
Live in remembrance.
Suffer.
Suffer like she suffered when you didn't help.
When you wouldn't help.
When she screamed in silent desperation.
When you noticed all of the signs but chose to ignore them.
Now it's your turn.
Your turn to go mad.
Your turn to meet the reaper alone.
Your turn to enter the afterlife before your time and under prepared.
Its your turn to finally listen to her quiet plea.
Don't be shocked when vengeance leaves you in solemn serenity.