Petrified.
Those lids refuse to close
Perhaps, they will cease to open once more?
I’m I beholding my final scenery of life?
Soon to become another haunting memory
floating between nightmare
worlds and reality
Long ago dreams of flying,
Diving fearlessly into the unknown,
To see my reflection
Scattered across every star,
has now, taken its last breath
Polluted with this world’s temptations
Choked in slaughtered blood
Awaiting final judgement
Stretching for the Redeeming Hand
To soar beyond or forever drown
Blue pool of mystery above now plays,
The song composed by a troubled heart
Written with its black ink of sorrow
Weeping the sweet melody
accompanied by her orchestra
of tears
Now come falling
Showering me
with my own notes of grief
Comforting me
by the creations of my fears
To rid this journey’s filth
So easy to bury a blade into my beating heart
Aches stone cold against my final flow of blood
And unload this burden of earthly being
To shut down a mind that has long craved the peace
… maybe then I’ll finally fly
look into the mirror
and be once
satisfied
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