The Voice
The voice still ringing in his ears,
Still the roaring rage hidden inside of him,
Screamed at a decibel that only the animals could hear
Breaking everything that he had built,
A man who had lived his life for his science,
Trying to find ways to make the world a better place,
Humble than any human being alive,
Soft spoken and always had a kind gaze whenever he looked.
Studying everyone that passes him,
As if he is trying to remember someone from the crowd,
Trying to make sure if that face is there in reality,
Or just a figment from his imagination.
With his eyes turning black as if the devil had possessed his soul,
He wandered throughout the town,
Wreaking every soul from the face of the earth,
Trying hard to find someone to control him
She stood there in fear,
Looking at the mayhem that he had left behind,
From the man he once was,
To a monster that he had become.
Her heart was always in his hands,
The life that they had created,
Was left in shambles,
The eyes still had those lost expression as if they were asking her for help.
Destroying every bit of life,
That he had built for her,
Just in search for her to hold him down,
And bring him back to life,
She couldn't resist living life,
Knowing that he would live in misery and rage forever,
As if he was asking her to resurrect his soul,
Only to wonder if she was the one who would only keep him in control.
She pulled him up towards her,
Trying to control his staggering steps,
Only her voice now breaking through the barriers of his rage,
But he never knew that the knife would pierce him through.
She pulled him off from his misery,
And he was right to know,
That no matter how powerful his rage was,
Her eyes would be dangerous than his angered soul.
Singing him a lullaby,
With a lone tear dropping from her eye,
Asking him to forgive her,
Because with his soul she can't survive,
As the monster in him was slayed,
He looked at her with his lifeless eyes,
Sometimes love is not what saves you,
Sometimes it is the one that destroys you
As if he is trying to remember someone from the crowd,
Trying to make sure if that face is there in reality,
Or just a figment from his imagination.
With his eyes turning black as if the devil had possessed his soul,
He wandered throughout the town,
Wreaking every soul from the face of the earth,
Trying hard to find someone to control him
She stood there in fear,
Looking at the mayhem that he had left behind,
From the man he once was,
To a monster that he had become.
Her heart was always in his hands,
The life that they had created,
Was left in shambles,
The eyes still had those lost expression as if they were asking her for help.
Destroying every bit of life,
That he had built for her,
Just in search for her to hold him down,
And bring him back to life,
She couldn't resist living life,
Knowing that he would live in misery and rage forever,
As if he was asking her to resurrect his soul,
Only to wonder if she was the one who would only keep him in control.
She pulled him up towards her,
Trying to control his staggering steps,
Only her voice now breaking through the barriers of his rage,
But he never knew that the knife would pierce him through.
She pulled him off from his misery,
And he was right to know,
That no matter how powerful his rage was,
Her eyes would be dangerous than his angered soul.
Singing him a lullaby,
With a lone tear dropping from her eye,
Asking him to forgive her,
Because with his soul she can't survive,
As the monster in him was slayed,
He looked at her with his lifeless eyes,
Sometimes love is not what saves you,
Sometimes it is the one that destroys you
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