Now that you're gone,
Forever and forsakenly gone,
Now that I believe in you more than mine,
Trust that my voice is your heart's shrine!
I did not visit any Neverland,
You and I were dust in the quicksand.
You and I were both guests in this colossal homeland,
We didn't want to be perpetually unplanned.
Sometimes I feel I should talk to you immediately,
Sometimes I try to forget your existence suddenly,
Sometimes I want to dodge life's inevitable journey to death,
Other times, your lap was my quiet bed.
Soon I will discover the myth of the light,
After that, your breath will be nothing but burning blight.
Soon I will find out the way of living in the dark,
Even now, I want to be the lowest-paid clerk in your arc.
Walk with me to hell and heaven's gate,
We don't know the reason for our fate.
Pass this journey twice:
Once literally, the other in your slice!
Sometimes,
I dare to look
into your forsaken-
forsakenly beautiful eyes.
Aquifers bursting sunlight burrowing
daisies swirling in a dream
under the sun
I look away
sometimes
Forsakenly barren,
the world burns around me,
pyretic tears freefall from sore eyes,
turning to dust on cold shoulders,
hysterical lament in screams, I can't bear...
Perpetual darkness reaping cruel devastation,
grey skies cover the earth in ash,
forever consuming, it never sleeps,
time abandons the traditional hourglass.
In resonance, the rocks call out their creator,
mountains crumble as if made of sand,
heaven has fallen and with it came light,
and, behold.... the promise land.