An Early Morning Letter, Displaced
Last Things
- This Hand...
- Hollow Cries
- Futile Expression
- Still Life
- Sullen Thought
- Blind Distance
- A Forgotten Path
- Senescence
- Crumbling Mortality
- Hidden Beneath
- Return, To Life?
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This Hand...
Do you see this hand?
Hollow Cries
To bear the night
exposed to the darkened trees
and darker thoughts
a lost child
these hollow cries
the presence of footfalls
within these woods...
populated only by ghosts
Futile Expression
ensconced in futility
working toward finality
ignoring… mortality
the turbulence disrupts - breaking your thoughts upon the shoreline
ensconced in futility
working toward mortality
ignoring… finality
the wreckage mounts - identifying your own soul becomes impossible
and it is over
Still Life
an isolated existence…
this prison… so small…
strangling any hopes that are somehow birthed… in this cycle of despair
WITHOUT END
the dead reach for us through the veil of purgation…
but cannot touch us - no one can touch us
we are separated - even from ghosts
Still life? Still DEATH!!!
and we wait…
we wait…
waiting…
Sullen Thought
[instrumental]
Blind Distance
fog so thick
cannot see
searing light
burns into me
keep me hidden… eyes closed forever
return my peace
warmth and dark
obscure the stars
the coldest black
keep me hidden… eyes closed forever
children lost
time trickles down
the sun burns red
even here and now
keep me hidden… press my eyes tightly… ever tighter…
A Forgotten Path
once exposed… now trapped
walking in circles… giving up
arriving upon some forgotten path… a foreboding heaviness to my thoughts
had I not attempted this before?
a thousand times before?
failing a thousand more?
now conflicted… truly trapped
here again… in these woods
considering this forgotten path… considering my absolute and unavoidable failure
Senescence
[instrumental]
Crumbling Mortality
how much longer?
how much longer?
how much longer?
the cracking of bones
the pain of years gone
expressed continually
this crumbling mortality
how much longer?
how much longer?
how long until... the end?
Hidden Beneath
what are we all to think
with your eyes melting inward
spilling unhindered down your face?
what is left to behold?
dread
what secrets does this curtain conceal???
a grinning… worm-ridden…
DREAD
Return, To Life?
still... life?