East of Purgatory

Transfixed by the river styx

Torn betwixt

The path to nowhere

And the open road

At the crossroads

I can hear the talking head

Laughing that I've lost my way

Creeping in this land of dread

Where there is no day

Just night

Not right

If I shut my eyes tight

Will I see what I need?

Can the world recede

And more of me come to be?

And in the land of the dead and whispering

The hollow breath of those that don't breathe

Sends chills across my skin

In this place cold and bleak

I swear I can hear my blood moving

And so can they

For they are listening

They yearn to taste what they no longer

Have

In my loneliness
I realize fear

I realize I may never leave here

This could be my end

With no one knowing that I am gone

But how would they know

Was I ever really here to begin with?

It's strange because

I can not in good conscience

Call this funny

But odd it seems to be

But if perchance

Far away and somewhere sunny

I'll know it's just a dream

I could pray forever

And spend forever

Prayers unanswered

Whispers echo

Where I am the ghost

The hollow memory

Of what might have been

And never will be

I could scream

But would you hear me?

And if this path

Finds a way

To mark where I should have

Been

If there is no going back

And I can not return home

Where will I wander

Till I find my way?