not under, not over, go through

A beautiful wall glistening with tears

That shines like a million diamonds in the rain

Glowing in dripping wet gems of dust

Sliding down the studded wall

Into the hell-hole of eternity

Black and more black

Ultimate blackness stained by tears

Of the grieving and mournful wails

Resonating through the emptiness

Of a hole, a black hole

Dripping diamonds and wind

Blowing through empty skulls, lost for the future and past

The light, fading fast, draws a circle, a halo

Of diamonds and souls, red and blue and black and green

Given by the angels in Hell

Of monsters and men, shut out again by the doors

Golden doors with diamonds

The diamonds keep reappearing, don’t they?

A reminder of what has been lost, of what will be lost

And what is being lost right now, today

A reminder of the tears that have been shed, the tears that have been wept

The tears that turned into diamonds on the lonely wall

That I have hit.

The wall is a barrier to the land of happy souls

And the diamonds are the souls of those who were kept back by this wall

It is a distraction and a prevention

It is a thing that stands in my way.

I kick it down and it shatters into dust and cement

All that remains are the diamonds

I stared with my empty eyes, felt the gasps and cheers and tears of those behind

And as the dust floated away in the air

As the souls poured in

As the diamonds were reclaimed

I thought back to something

The criminal I loved had told me.

“Do it for the waiting. Do it... for the waiting to be freed of tears, do it to become a nostalgia full of hope.”