Treasure Island

Russell Nero

(May 25th,1995)

Alter


Looking up at the sky
Just watching the clouds roll in
Seems like another ordinary day
Circling thoughts parade around the faces in the clouds
Like a personal angel
Giving a vision of a personal heaven
Wait, it's a real angel
A real angel descending down
Or is it just the face?
Then there it is
A loud flash, a loud crash
For a brief moment
And there it is
An image
Full of lights, sounds and sudden screams
The vision of a murder?
Is it just an illusion
Or just another pain come to seize the day
The question should be directed to the angel
But the hail comes raining down
With eyes closed
And these legs in full focus
Doors to a cathedral open
As the lights blind
Or is the candles shadowing the alter
Wait, who's on the alter
Brother...brother...BROTHER! ! !
Brother...
The words slip from silence
While choking on sobs
For the glowing face that was loved
Is the rotting flesh decomposing
A sign of damage, never uncovered
His eyes stare into darkness
Somewhere up above
Pixie dust?
It descends around him
Singing the Anthem of His Dying Day
Attempts to let it cease
Disappears in the air
Disappears into the hail
Hail, how can you be so calm...

Submitted: Wednesday, September 04, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 04, 2013

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