A Purgatorial Chorus


I am held in limbo.
I lay between life and death.
I listen as the purgatorial chorus sounds it dismissing carol.
The ultimate paradox:
Between salvation and damnation.
Grazing Armageddon's girth,
I am suspended above destruction.
My joints pop with numbing cold
as I lay bearing the cross
of my cryogenic nightmare.
The chorus sounds its last chant
which echoes on the fringes of annihilation.
It is all I can hear.
It echoes yet through my being.
And I am a memory.
I break through the clouds
with ever increasing force,
and I gasp as the air grows thin.
I wake to meet a new day
in a cold room;
in my linoleum floored prison.

Sure, one more word and I will moderate your ass beyond recognition....