One day I will be free of the love…

Just as I was free of the hate.

One day I will learn to live again…

Just as my heart was so desperate to abate.

One day the sky will be blue somehow

As the thunder storms within me take a bow…

One day the chariots will fire the path

The only possible post-apocalyptic aftermath.

As I lie dead on a desolate pile of ash

My past finally ceases to flash…

 At last I am free from this shackle

That chained me within life’s sad debacle.