It's Much Lonelier Beyond The Pale
Updated on October 14, 2009
It's lonelier beyond this pale.
©-MFB III
It is lonelier beyond this pale
where the mists of death's grip hold
ten billion faces of those who
by choice their own lives stole
They wander hopeless trapped in time
watching all they must miss
the loves, and lives they could have had
the joys, and dreams, and bliss
Condemned to stay because they chose
to exit far too soon
they wander Earth in deep despair
beneath a charmless moon
They are the ghosts, and spirits seen
amidst the human race
just wisps of shapes of what once was
now strangely out of place
unable to communicate
because they severed ties
without warning to all they loved
this horror haunts their eyes
And when the day of judgement comes
Lord knows where they'll be sent
for their rewards will be unearned
from lives they never spent
I've contemplated suicide
there were some times I almost died
but now I'm glad I never tried
things do get better on this side
but I have friends who took that path
in anger, hate or sudden wrath
who I might never see again
for they chose death to be their friend
and now they wander soundlessly
amidst the masses perished
who walk silenced, and wish they could
go back to all they cherished.
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O O
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