“I’m too good for Hell.
And heaven won’t have me.
Where do I go now?”


“The nightmares haunt me,
but the dreams are no better.
What do I do now?”


“The memories still watch me.
Keeping me close and
making me wait and hope.
They won’t go away.
What do I remember now?”


“I see the demons
and
angels fight.
Battle till one retreats.
The winners look my way,
then turn away without care.
What do they see?”

“The people’s prayers go up and down-
worshiping different devils.
The Netherworld is always open,
but they told me I shouldn’t want to go there.
Pain would be an easy escape-
a Paradise.
To not feel this emptiness inside.
Where do I go now?”


Questions from the lost and dead.
I see them day through day.
I don’t know what to tell them.
Or if they are all in my head.


I don’t know what they’re trying to tell me,
or if I should listen.
If they are just voices within me,
made from the moments I forgot to live in.