Willingness

Make a call to the fearless,
Open your eyes to the tragedies of everything.
Trinity awaits your soul in death,
While Infinity sits guarding the afterlife.
Hope is but a wondrous and brittle thing—
Held upon strings weaker than the human heart.

How much does it take,
To climb a hill?
Win that daring marathon?
Where would that victory take you—
If life was the ultimate path
To your will very own fate.

Take this to be a fact,
Among the wretched and desperate
A ludicrous fact to be wrought
Upon my soul in one very moment.
Shatter the life that time can give,
As my heart is yearning to be free
From the hellish nightmare
Of these four walls of torture.