We have the same problems. we know the same shackles and the same prison, we're both bound to it. when we're crucified, we're crucified side by side, you and me. i call out because i can't stand the pain, how could anyone understand this excruciating pain? i call out because i want to know that someone feels this agony, just like me. is anyone capable of relating to me? this pain, am i alone in my suffering?
but i look to my side, and there you are, battered and torn, and bleeding, and suffering, you know my same agony, and i know yours. i don't know who you are, in my state of pain, i want you as my friend. i feel a bond with you, you're a brother to me now.
i feel this pain. you feel this pain... we hang together, on out crosses. the same fire rises up around us while we burn, and we talk about the pain... we talk about escaping it. will we ever escape this pain? and when the fire rises over our heads... will you die? will you die and leave me hear alone? or will you be set free of this pain, and still leave me here all by myself? or in the end... as impossible as it seems right now, will we both be freed of this agony? will we walk away, and turn to eachother as we walk out separate paths, and smile, waving goodbye? will we be freed into the lives we dreamed of?
... or will the flames rise over our heads while we both die in agony? will we die alone, in misery, with empty lives, forsaken....
Book of Nero
This is my journal. I am Nero! c: