Descent

They called it internal sorrow
But what is in a name?
The anonymous tears them apart
And they fall as pieces of the sky

Detached they drop as heroes
Hear the angels scream!
The soft beat of feathered wings
As they batter an unforgiving sky
A cry lost on the lips
But not gone from their broken minds

Driven into torment
But what is Hell but the worst of our imagination?
A torrent of the gale forced air into their sore lungs
Should they not have rest now?

Never had to wake so hard, or walk so far
A fight of will to keep those feet upon the floor
So dirty, don't you know, it was so deep in dark consuming
And coal black it burnt their borrowed souls

Such marks forgotten yet it lies within their walls
A brief encounter recorded in the hollows
Should you see them you shall know
What is left and cannot grow
As the rest of us become old
They'l see us out and suffer age that knows no bounds

Their anguish forms solutions
A power found in weakening flesh
A pride that strains its strength to set loose upon their world
And the flames tore through their hearts
A cleansing salvation
It lost them in its thrall

Charred skin and eyes so cold
A life tied to a relentless Earth in a place that's not their own
A dream they sought to own

They seek peace in unholy bone
In scriptures that have laid unread alone
What will find us when the saviours die at home?
Have you seen the fire kindling?
Have you seen the stakes that appeared ready to carry them on?
Just forgotten, they are long misunderstood
Traitor to a lost cause
What of them; who know no good?

Feel that heat; untold temptation
Feel the wind beneath strong winds
Give yourself up to that sensation

Gravity pulls them down.