A whisper from a soul trapped in a cold, lonely purgatory.
Conjured from someone burning with fire in the falling rain and snow.
Someone trapped between pain and numbness, fighting a blue apocalypse while an empty void tells them not to feel.
(A lone voice whispers)
Sometimes…
These ripples…
Of purgatory fire…
Still burning…
After I died…
Sometimes blowing out
These ripples of purgatory fire
That burn deep inside
Like a raging inferno
Before I died
The suffering…
Of standing here alone
In this ever-falling
Soul-purging rain
Compelled to think
By forces unknown
I remember…
A long-forgotten name
Echo waves from yesterday
Wrapped in pleasure, wrapped in pain
Still I’m forced…
To remain…
Burning in the rain
Fire in my veins
Heaven feels so far away
Still I rise through the pain
I’m burning in the falling rain and snow
Trying to heal what I don’t know
This blue apocalypse feels so real
But the void keeps telling me… don’t feel
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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