The Hell You Will

Here I stand

An angel lined up

For the firing squad

And they take aim

And fire straight

And all I remember

Of what got me here today

Are the last words

I'll ever say

The hell you will

Will be your own

The shells we live in

Beneath our bones

Have grown so lifeless

And turned to stone

That now our graves

Have become our home

Here I lay

An angel in red sand

A remnant of a man

Who once was

Here I pray

Father, if I may

Rest in peace

Become dust

These are the last thoughts

I'll ever share

The hell you will

Will be my own

And I'll dig and fill

My new home

If I could see you smile

Before the shadows

Cross the sky

And claim my hope

I would stand

Tomorrow and the next

If I believed

I would grant

My every next breath

So you could see me in the cold

The hell I willed

Has become my own

A night so still

I must be

Alone.