The twin beams swung by. "You are not alone. You are not alone. There is hope. There is life. There is tomorrow."
Those beams were a lie.
She was gone.
A cancer victim.
His heart was a dried pea That screamed, "I quit! I`m done! Leave me alone! I`ll never beat again! I`ll never feel the warmth Of another`s burning passion. I`ll never let the strength Of another lift me up. How can I? They`ll just die and Leave me alone, A bloodied broken victim Too damaged to rise again."
Oh, cursed beams, Remove your gleeful glow From my sight.
I don`t want hope.
I don`t want my heart to heal.
I don`t want to be revived.
I want the pain
To no longer throb.
I want my heart To not be pierced By some light house`s beam Saying, "Be well, be well."
Oh, for a sling and some rocks To slay my twin tormentors.