The Despair Wrought By Inner Demons. Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Oh my dear lost one.
How is it that a name is so important?
A single entity inked into lost souls for proper passage.
If love travels to all there is no need for the unending search.
For you already know where they are in your heart.
This is the view among the tracks of fallen.
The trains just keep on coming.
Why is it you are standing still waiting and hoping?
A ghost of unending pain.
Unable to accept the tragedy of some.
A interrupted transition of consciences.
Left in the dark never truly departed.
Fighting for the futile chance of redemption.
A empty hollow wish.
A forever to be forgotten.
The sensation of the most desirable kiss.
Dreaming of the earthly past.
Scared of the ever changing future.
A limbo within ones own soul.
With only one gift left give.
Fear so sincere.
So desperately that it is a mere fleeting moment.
Into the utmost lethe never to return.
Broken wings, among those who have the ability at any time to fly.
A why not me made into the ultimate demon.
And he has no face, just a single memory.