Lost
by Celestine
My soul is screaming to the stars that scatter across the timeless space.
Shrieking cries from within for the absent eternal flame, which warms the spirit.
Gravity cannot compress the void uniting all the painful emotions that overwhelm.
Self-pity upon the sorrow tries to drain the power harboring my existence.
Poison enters my nerves then spreads throughout the solid mass of nothingness.
Eating away any remains of serenity I may have had, including faith and hope.
Appearing transparent while looking at the reflection of a hollow image.
I search for the missing key that unlocks the vault holding the anti-venom.
The more I suffer the internal agony, the more I fight to fulfill my ultimate dream.
I am a ghost drifting among the self-centered mortals that haunt me every moment.
They are trying to steal the last bit of energy that binds me to the universe.
Though not even death can defeat the will that drives my force to escape.
I destroy the memories of those who have decieved me, past present and future.
Leaving myself alone where there may be no possibility of changing my status.
I feel this to be more a part of my destiny than the destiny I hold in itself.
Perhaps one day an angel will be sent from the heavens by god personally.
Showing me the path to the secret place where the key has been placed at birth.
For god is the only force powerful enough to help me through this journey.
I am weakened by the poison, which leaves me powerless to help myself.
Crippled in a prison where I most greatly fear there is no means for escape.
