Lost (Iii - V)
Part III – Voice of the Inner Child
I feel such sweet sorrow…
From where has it come?
A friend…
I have one, do I not?
Yes, I do…
Perhaps my friend is in my hand…
No, my friend is not here.
Well then, where did she go?
I do not know.
Can anyone ever truly know?
The warmth… It is spreading…
I feel it in my heart now.
How long has it been?
My Heart…
My Soul…
Where are you?
I do not know…
Can anyone ever truly know?
I feel… a sting in my heart.
It hurts, but I want it to stay.
How strange… Sweet pain...
It feels like home…
I remember home…
How did I forget it?
My Opium…
A thunderclap of realization
A shower of tears
A hand clutching nothing
Where is your hand?
It is still in mine…
But it is not truly there
Or maybe it is more tangible now
Than it ever was…
Part IV – Innocence Lost
What is this I feel?
It seems so vague yet so clear
Like a thousand suns shining their
Everlasting light on a consuming darkness
The darkness remains but is not truly there
What is light? What is dark?
No one can ever truly know...
The warmth has consumed me
But it is the warmth of pain
Pain that fills with such sweet bliss
It is not fading...
It is getting stronger...
Or am I fading?
I am fading...
But I am not fading into nothing
I am fading into existence
But what existence shall it be?
Will I become complete
Or will I become a shell?
I can't find my friend
Such warmth of embrace...
My friend...
Do you know?
I can't find anyone...
Was anyone ever there?
Yes... I remember...
I remember innocence lost...
Can I remember something
That I may have never had?
All these faces staring at me
Whose faces are they?
They are mine...
Heralds of Light
Messengers of my past
Bearers of Sorrow
Deceivers...
Dreamers...
Demons...
Hear them laugh
Hear them weep
What are they saying?
I hear their agonies
For they are mine
I feel their joys
For they were once mine...
Part V – The Final Embrace
My chasms are echoing with a voice
It sounds so very familiar
It sounds so harmonious
Like the floating notes of a
Hundred trumpets of Heaven...
It echoes throughout the borderless
expanses
It resonates through my very being to
ancient times
It grips me... lifts me... fills me
I fall... or perhaps I am soaring...
Where am I going? I do not know
Can anyone ever truly know?
I am flying to my Final Embrace
Copyright © Moose Bak | Year Posted 2007
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