Echoes

by: Emiliano Vazquez-Parrales

Bathed in black and drenched in rain

What is the truth that my heart retains

My blood runs wild and rapid like the fall

And my lungs breathe in guttural rage and furry

I let it loose upon the ears of those that thirst for anger

I give it to them, in hymns of wanton destruction, and rabid psalms

I spew blasphemy from my lips to purge my body of this, this,

Sadness, sadness and pain built up from the ages

To escape my downward spiral I immerse myself in a miasma I love

Trying to forget those mourning’s and lonesome nights

I want to transcend this weaker man, who’s water cannot be held

Won’t raise a fist, not even a finger

Residing to solitude, a smile masks my frown

A smile masks my displeasure

Kindness to even my temper

This is wrong, all so very wrong

Who would have thought that the cure for a brittle heart was a demons song

A gentle soul stands in the center of turbulent winds

They speak in rhythm, to accelerate the heart

In my chest I feel tightness as the pushing and shoving grows more violent

The progression is faster, the beat more ferocious

Nihilistic thoughts mix with vile urges

Yes, Yes,  I release it all!

As brutality surges through my body it begins to encase me

A cold oil moves up my body and hardens

God I didn’t want to be cursed heartless

I try to cry out, but they all just walk by

Colder, colder, so this is what it’s like to die

I’ve lost all I am, I guess I’m not such a bad ass

As I close my eyes and let it take over

A distant voice calls out of the dark,

It echoes

Don’t let go, baby , don’t let go

A new chord is struck

My eyes snap open, and my voice erupts

I break away from my outer crust

I dispel all these evil thoughts

Turn them back from whence they came

For that is not who I am and I needed to be reminded of that

Once the dust settles I wanted to feel to my knees

But warmth grabbed and gently embraced me

A slow steady heartbeat matches my own

I stand there a moment realizing that now I am whole

Neither demon nor angel, but human and imperfect

I’d have it no other way

That heart beat which my owned mutters into my ear

Welcome home my love, my dear