On The Equinox

On the Equinox

In the hollow's of hell,

Where sin and evil resides,

I will call to me the army of the angels.

In the fault-less skies of heaven,

Where the saints and angels slumber,

I will call to me the army of the damned.

For it is in this afterlife that I do not belong,

Nor in life where I know I should be,

But somewhere between heaven and hell,

My Soul will forever be,

With the fallen and forsaken,

Who have been forgotten just like me.

On the equinox I will meet you there,

For my etermity is in your hands.