Forgotten

Through worlds and stars, forgotten souls,

Are wandering beside you.

You shudder when you feel the crawls

Of chilling dark inside you.

"How long's the fall with wings too thin?
How hard you'd crush your sinew?

If Heavens dropped you for you sin,

Why do you'n sin continue?"

You're going up, you're cold and bruised,

Ignoring all that warn you.

During the fall, what would you choose,

To honor those who mourn you?

A hasted death and name on walls,

An angel for the most?

Or as forgotten soul to crawl,

To wander, dark and lost?