Originally Posted by
Silverpalth Where can I turn,
but to the shadows of my mind?
Those dark recesses filled,
with the weight of chains,
the pains that hold me down
and bind me to myself.
These catacombs,
once filled with light,
are now empty, and void;
the darkness lingers here.
Entrapment is for the weak,
and I am the trapped; the
unfortunate, the meek,
the prisoner with no rescuer.
He is gone, lost a time ago,
crashed down with the walls,
reset, replaced into the shelf
where he came from, my hero.
He is there, but not here,
he is present, but not present,
he exists, but doesn't exist,
the eternal paradox that survives.
I killed him, a fool for thinking,
healing doesn't happen, it just is,
but there is no healing like
dealing in sorrowful...
The beginning is the end,
the end is all there is,
and all there is, is nothing,
a wisp of shadow in the darkness.
And so, I am back to where I was,
this place with no time or space,
this beginning that's an end,
this void, brimming with everything.
I can't escape by burning my tongue,
sweet nectar that clouds my mind;
the warmth is false, empty, hollow,
like footfalls lost in time.
I can't escape through walls and mazes,
guarding and keeping secrets, letters of defense,
parapets of line that fail to keep
away; a moat of dead dreams, wasted memories.
The 409 that cleans the mess,
made by careless strokes;
how vile it is to see it so wasted,
the sanguine splatter...
The wounds, they breed the spite
that follows the heavens, longing for
the return to the place where
sweet memories dissolve into nothing.
Memories are the chains that bind us,
that consign us to the hardened hearts
we heel; towards the end, they go, they
steal; flaying fragments of the sky.
Goodbye, magpie; flying off with your
pilfered soul, the shard of what's left
when you beat the kid into submission;
what has he left but a teary eye?
I bleed, the pebbles, crimson, falling, staring;
stars against the void; charming sentiment,
lost; seeking freedom falters against the
sentiment of windy shadow rain. I'm dying.
