Freedom

Is the sin worth the
Salvation
The faint spark buried in
Red sand
Clawing
To strive for what lies beneath
Clean and unassuming surfaces
Trails of
Blood
Leading to two lonely feet
And is he
This young man
Is he free?
He greets himself
From the other side
And the two
They share secrets
Youthful face
Meets
Haggard face
What's that symbol?
The black and the white
One essential
To
The
Other
Nothing to compare
Otherwise
The vow to death is like
Wedding bells
Chiming and howling
In his eager palms
He is the master
Of his Hell
And yet
He is the slave to its walls
Greed is the captor's name
Wielder of the
Axe
And the wielder
Of tender lives
And to break free
Would be to face what's real
And it doesn't seem to make sense
The pieces
Are distorted
Puzzles remain unfinished
Strewn about the hallway
Mocking pieces
So could it be
Could it be
That he
This young man
Is free?