arc-en-ciel
Hell's Angel
- Joined
- Nov 7, 2001
- Messages
- 47
I stand before the gate that I once walked through
Into this world of darkness
The side on which I stand is carefully guarded by
The creature known as Cerberus
It is a creature not of physical manifestation
Of light or darkness bent
But of pain, guilt, sadness, lust, anger
And all the tears I've spent
Three huge heads stare at me with piercing black eyes
A hedge of wolf fangs warn me away
From the metallic gate which beckons me to pass through
And yet it bars my way
On the other side mortality waits patiently
For me to pass through
As I sit in front of both monster and gate
Unsure of what to do
I agonize and fantasize of passing
Through the gate
Abandoning this incessant darkness
An existence which I hate
For centuries I haven't seen the sun
Or held a woman in my arms
I've never known the joy of child-rearing
Of keeping *my* family from harm
An ancient specter mocks my attempts
To pass through the gate
"Give up this struggle - you can never return
To mortality - for that it's a little late!"
Another spirit on the other side encourages
Me to pass through
"It is a life which you've come to despise
And no longer meant for you"
"There is a way you can change what you are
I have faith that you can
You can return to a mortal, human life
And live and love as a man"
Maybe someday I'll pass through that gate
And leave this existence behind
But I know in the time between now and then
I won't get the thought out of my mind
Into this world of darkness
The side on which I stand is carefully guarded by
The creature known as Cerberus
It is a creature not of physical manifestation
Of light or darkness bent
But of pain, guilt, sadness, lust, anger
And all the tears I've spent
Three huge heads stare at me with piercing black eyes
A hedge of wolf fangs warn me away
From the metallic gate which beckons me to pass through
And yet it bars my way
On the other side mortality waits patiently
For me to pass through
As I sit in front of both monster and gate
Unsure of what to do
I agonize and fantasize of passing
Through the gate
Abandoning this incessant darkness
An existence which I hate
For centuries I haven't seen the sun
Or held a woman in my arms
I've never known the joy of child-rearing
Of keeping *my* family from harm
An ancient specter mocks my attempts
To pass through the gate
"Give up this struggle - you can never return
To mortality - for that it's a little late!"
Another spirit on the other side encourages
Me to pass through
"It is a life which you've come to despise
And no longer meant for you"
"There is a way you can change what you are
I have faith that you can
You can return to a mortal, human life
And live and love as a man"
Maybe someday I'll pass through that gate
And leave this existence behind
But I know in the time between now and then
I won't get the thought out of my mind
