Whats left of me

Whats left of me

Is all unseen

As I start to fade

The light turns to a dark shade

I won't try to understand whats happening now.

I don't even want to know whats going on right now.

Everything is so screwed up

Suddenly, everything becomes too clear. The acts, the moves. Maybe, this will help me realize, help me to stop hurting myself. I can't bear to look. I can't bear to watch. Its too much to hold on to at once.

Theres nothing else to say, nothing else to do. I'm just numb.

That feeling, this feeling... is like treading on shattered mirrors, each fragment glitters under the sun, drawing blood as you walk over each broken shards of glass. and having the sunlight beating down against your eyelids, prying them open, forcing their way in eventhough you try to shut them out.

Being shut away in a black box, with only an illuminating light to hold on to, the rest is darkness.

these things i concealed

could never be revealed

and when i lay down everything

the morning had gradualed into evening

i find things i never understood

eventhough i've tried everything i could

the day was long as it is now

its mechanical works i don't know how

music streamed through these strings

hear it clear and soft as it rings

face the skies with its billowing wind

it brush your face and hair and sing

these assumptions were never clear

they were all never even near

woven memories come back here

drowning my thoughts with consceince clear

i see and hear and feel you presence

they've always brought strange liaisons

and as they fade gently away

the thoughts that lingered finally lay

in the end it all just cease to move

another troubled mind to soothe

so wrecked were these decisions made

these passionate words that they create

so when will it all crumble down

and then cave in without a sound

the absince estarnged by grains of sand

and it will end as it began