Fading Silence

They say every man faces death by himself
Alone to wander the blank canvas of purgatory until the light may call down upon him
to which he must revel his life story
from this day I can feel it aching through hollow bones
The shattered remnants of lives long gone, forever laid to rest
Cold and alone as I traverse within the realms of an empty void
I am greeted by the cascading reigns of living embers, plaguing the darkness I once enjoyed

They awake to the call of tragedy
Bellowing shrieks of molten air welcome me to a new perception of agony
The Ghosts of heaven peer underneath the vibrant clouds of cinder
To watch as I convulse within a martyr’s funeral pyre
For my mind struggles to piece together a new conjecture of reality
I reach out into the abyss only to find that hope has slipped as sand through my fingers

Now the flailing flames of the abyss are rendered cold to the touch
For the streams of ancient blood boil no longer
As I succumb to the echoing grasp of silence permeating the air
I am greeted to the soft voices of unfurled feathers whisk though airborne ash
Heaven laid in tears as my body rose to embrace the light
Underneath, there lied mounds of festered bodies left to decorate the plaguing land, their souls are all that remain

Rendered frozen within the either of Hell’s deception
They have no tongue, yet they must scream
For the angel of retribution denies his victims a chance to voice their suffering