Amidst My Futures Past

For what purpose after purpose do we come and go Entering from utopia whilst life bestows Sharpened corners lacerate living skin Unknown of it's actions that happen within Reflection to selection ones choice is made To deliver one from breathing with the help of a blade Elation to relief in translucent surround Whilst my crimson flows without a sound Weakened ripples run as I feel myself drain away Another statistic, on just another of my days Tunnelled tired eyes in tearful strain As I turn my light to black, my living no longer reigns Look at me I'm nowhere to be seen Drifting in time as if in a long lost dream The soul of I amidst the futures past We are born to die not one of us lasts http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-9.php