This is the scripture

 

Of the fallen souls,

 

Locked away in the chaotic darkness.

 

This is the story of

 

Wayward and Vagrant bodies,

 

Tossed around and battered 

 

By the tides of Love.

 

 

Their voices cry out,

 

Reaching for an end

 

To the ceaseless, insistent,

 

Pain of Living.

 

 

We hear them calling,

 

pleas echo in the night.

 

Impossible to block out as 

 

Much as they are to answer.

 

 

If love is what this world’s about,

 

I have seen many who think they have it figured out

 

Only to find the earth fall,

 

Crumbling out from underneath them.

 

Dropped into the dark tombs

 

Of their own thoughts and restless hopes,

 

Consumed by the simple words

 

“If Only”.