The Gate

The Gate

I know that gate

It burns in my thoughts

I was born behind it

A world of demons and angels

All fought for my soul

Tearing it with claws and wings

I had given up any chance to be me

Until the gate fell and I was freed

But still they tormented me

Every minute of my life

I knew that they would pull me back

So, when I die find any gate but that one

And lay my body to rest deep beyond

In a place where they can't find me

And for the first time in forever

My soul will run free as it should have been

And how it will be forever more

Thank you to Angela Dotson for the beautiful pic