Solace

A relapse into solipsism sparks inside my soul;
An emptiness that ne'er before lay unconsumed is whole.

Is it blood or life now dripping from my lips;
Blood or life that's felt within a kiss?

If pain can purify
Who am I to deny?
If love is not regret
Then who am I to let it die,
To drown a sorrow in a lie
That never could belie the Truth

I can sigh, I can cry
Who am I?
I can try, I can die
Who am I?

There is something to see in this night
There is darkness here still to my sight

There is something to be
But it isn't quite free

The shackles of the boundless soul
But shackles to that selfsame hole
The storm of thought lets loose its rain
And who am I to claim that I could ever be the same?

Down
   Down
       Down
           Down
Dissolved within the hollow sound
Let loose within my boundless sea,
The soul that ever would be free,
The one last spark still left of me
Has
   Drowned

Yes,
       Drowned within the sea

Yea,
           Drowned within the soul of all that I will ever be
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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