The Heroes

The soul of man...
is deep...and varied
like grains of sand...
and who will save us from ourselves

All the superheroes have gone home
they say they are tired and wanna be
left alone
so here we are....
on our own...
trying to find our way...
through life's danger zones

So cold...
as we traverse into
the unknown
as the tears fall
cause I don't wanna do this on my own.

Facing the open abyss
I close my  eyes and throw
Heaven a kiss...
hoping  my guardian angel cant
resist....coming to save me...
Save me from  the insanity of it all
but hell even angels fall...
They fall prey to the desires of life
every day....
every single day

And...who will save us now
from our deep rooted pain
and horrors in our dreams that
don't even have names...
who will save us from the dark
or poison arrows that pierce our hearts
as teeth begin gnashing as memories
begin re hashing
all that's evident
so much we could not prevent
as all my energy is spent
trying to not fade away...
so I run ..
maybe If the heroes came back
I would stay...