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Author Name: FreeaRomnceHasFallen 0 Comments
Date Added: September 14, 2008 14:09:32 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Beyond the Eleventh Hour

I heard the news today
She had to pass away
The motor was running, the horns were blaring
But she never turned to see
Her destiny
I feel so alone up here
The view is so unclear
In this never-ending expanse, I seek for answers
But I can't do anything
Only wait
Beneath this suit lies a heart yearning to be home
Inside this iron coffin lies a soul wandering into the unknown
Below this dark expanse lies the place I want to be
They can't hold her forever, I want to be free
I'm feeling so much guilt
Her fate I fear I built
It's irrational, these unwavering questions
But I never stopped
To think
This ball that forever turns
Is where my longing burns
Why did I choose to be here when she was in that state?
I guess I'm never meant
To know
I stare out my window, heart heavy with my sorrow
Thinking of her, and where we could be tomorrow
If I wasn't so selfish, so focused on futility
No one else holds this pain, only me
The wheels could of stopped turning for anyone
But why not her?
I'd give anything to make this hellish nightmare come undone
And I realise that my despondency has just begun
I can't bear to stay here in this hell, I just want to run
Anyone could have seen the flashing lights pierce the sky
But why not her?
And I know this isolation yields me only to ask why
Knowing I'm not there, one last time, to say goodbye
And how I wish this vessel would just fail and turn awry
Towards home

And when I arrive back home
I'll kneel by the catacomb
And there I'll leave my questions, by her grave
For that last great moment
I never gave
And thinking, as I kneel
Wishing I could stop those wheels
They turn for man, and stop for none
How I wish I could make this wonder, pain, suffering, inquisition
Come undone

Author's Notes:
One of the deepest pieces I've written I'd say...
It is about a news story I read about an astronaut in space whose mother was killed by an oncoming train in her car.
You can surely deduce the rest.
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