How many times can your soul die?
Your heart can die a thousand deaths
For with every false hope
Of a promise for tomorrow
It is resurrected.
Alive, alive and again capable
Of suffering and dying
Just as so many times before.
First it throbs and aches
And fills with darkness.
Then it begins to fall
Down deep into your stomach,
Where you can feel its weight.
There it slowly breaks apart
Piece by piece
As the moments of its life
Haunt your mind.
The pieces are absorbed
And ravage your soul,
Infecting it, too, with this darkness,
Deeper than hellish night,
Until it gasps for the fading light of life
Surrenders and finally
Retreats
Ad mortem
Until the next false hope
The next promise
Is presented.
But the soul, the soul is not
So strong, so resilient
Once the soul is damaged
There is no hope of recovery.
The damage spreads like a virus
And death is slow and imminent
And eternal.
