The openness of sympathy The greatest of epiphanies The darkest

The openness of sympathy
The greatest of epiphanies
The darkest part within the sea
A hollowed part I hold in me
An angered cry no one can see
Bleeding out just to be free
Suppressed within some diary
I hold within my mind

And with these words I write my cry
Letting these emotions die
For years effort to fail and try
I ask and wonder of all worlds, why?
Of all the cursed and wretched guys
The sinners failed attempt to fly
That I am cursed to breathe then die
In the instant of a day

But with these things I’d die to say
I’ll they’ll make their way someday
To your hands or doorstep they will lay
Open to tell you that I’m okay
In heaven or hell, or along the way
For life minus you was lost anyway
And if in grief you will not stay
I’ll leave again, to fill destiny.