Fear keeps me here as my form breaks away. My shattered self falls apart as my mind fails to stay. A soul unable to cope, a mind filled with screams.
My arms wrapped around my form, clinging so tight I might break if only to stop myself from fading away.
Falling into the black, those unceasing static screams, I’d rather cling to myself until I crack rather than let that take the rest of me.
This dark dreaming is all that remains apart from static dreaming and dripping clinging fear, I’ll cling to cruelty rather than risk oblivion and so I stay, huddled close, alone and away just outside that darkly flowing static screaming that threatens my form and shatters my mind just repeating and unrelenting the screaming just behind my eyes.
I feel a pain, an echo of something lost and never found, a screaming searing a shattered soul.
I sit in shadows of something like sorrow, for that certain surrender I’ll never know, that I’ve never seen and will never show, that warm surrender of heart and soul.
That lovely listless like that loosens the grasping grip of grating life, that lights the shadows that shattered with strife.
I know the scream but not the whisper, I know the pain but not the touch, I’ve seen the light but live in darkness, in this cold sightless night.
I know so much but so little all the same, a life of empty knowledge, of seeing but never knowing the same.
I walked into the sound, cold lapping out my feet and silence all around.
I walked into the sound, it’s about at my waist now, my problems back at shore and silence all around as I walked that misty morn out into the sound.
The water calm, my heart is still, the sound surrounds, the waves above me now.
All I am is silence deep within the sound, no problems, no worries, my weight is back at shore.
I hope, those that knew me, might forgive me once more.
Falling in to place pieces of pristine palaces parade down paradise lane.
The garden gathers grotesquely the rotten ripe fruit of of fallen forsaken fathers as morose mothers meander down the forgotten few road.
Children cry carelessly while carrying on without care and the garden gathers further.
Carrying burdens draped in cloth while those seen as burdens gather around, bound for the field of standing stones and burning pits the pristine palaces parade down paradise lane, a lane that no longer has a name as all fall to nothing.
Standing on the shore of what was, I watch what is drift away. It left me behind standing stranded on a beach with no name.
A place long in the past but never outside of now. Where nothing matters and nothing cares and all the world is gray nothing in the span of a single moment that stretches forward into eternity.
I stand there, waiting, and nothing passes, nothing moves. There is only myself and that grey moment, and the silence of the weight of the ashes that have become my home.
My life consists of a melancholy dream. A seeming thing of sighs and sights best disbelieved or simply ignored.
So it stands to be reasoned that I know not who I am or where I go I simply know this melancholy dream. This seeming with sighs and sounds best disbelieved or simply ignored.
So I move forward with nothing to show and nothing to gain, a life unlived. A death all the same.
I stand once more at the corner to the end and I find myself filled with dread, I fear this is it my friend.
The shadows are closing in and I can hear the bell that tolls. I’ll ask not for whom it rings, I fear that answer I already know.
So this I say my last good bye, I’m sorry I could not stay to watch those happy years roll by. I could not stand the sun on my face for I was looking over my shoulder at that darkness that was quickly keeping pace. I could not laugh nor sing or play for I saw the pain my passing day would bring.
So here I stand at the corner to the end and say this tearful good bye. I think of you and find that all I can do is cry.