Mephistopheles

Sound of my voice subdued.
I could not hear myself at all,
but a faint whispers of me.
Voice of all wishes chewed.

I heard him all the time,
during a moment of peace,
and in the warm sunlight.
Listening to those words were no crime.

Warn, was all he did,
he saw the darkness in my eyes.
Saw the iron bars between my ambitions.
Yet, he did not forbid.

'You walked the path of death' he said.
But even death did not want me in their heaven,
three times they turned me away.
It was not my life, but hope hanging by the thread.

Letting day pass, with sorrow side by side.
The hands of his reaching out to me,
corruption is he who seek.
And I, where hope has died.

Walk, walk, walk,
not looking for death nor light.
Life is like a puzzle, with every piece
having a meaning.
My spirit was made to walk in the dark.
To where he forever called,
And I forever walked that distance.
Till I could feel the cold hands,
and could no longer feel at all.