A new day begins in my life,
The days of old long since gone,
The glory, happiness, the excitement,
Now just old and forgotten memories,
Swept under the carpet of time.
A soul so vibrant with life,
Now left filled with a void of darkness,
His inner beast in a dream-like state,
Wondering if it will ever wake,
And reignite the old flames within his heart.
A man who has no meaning,
Who once dreamed of the skys the limit,
Now a broken man with no passion,
Having to succumb to an existence of a drone.
Hope is one thing that he still holds,
Though like a flame, it is slowly fading,
One day it shall go out, and end it all,
He will become nothing but,
A hollow vessel.
Nameless people pass me by,
Just shadows in a long lost world,
Where darkness fills the empty alleyways,
And only skeletal remains where humans once dwelled.
Ghosts of the past still whisper,
Secrets left untold,
Of life, of sorrow,
Of long forgotten happiness,
That could not escape the grasp of time.
I still wonder where they all went,
Why am I still in this void-less world?
Humanity is just a thing of the past,
And only the spirits still wander.
Did something befall humankind,
While I slept in a dreamless world?
Only visions of the past have kept,
My painless mind going.
Am I just a vessel to carry on this existence,
To be the only one left,
In a world of nothingness?
Or shall I find peace somewhere,
Beyond the stars,
In the boundlessness of infinity?
Furrows End is where he rests,
Beneath the moonlight in his vest,
Eyes sewn shut so he never sees,
Mouth taped shut so no one can here his pleas.
Mumbling bag of bones is he,
Once lived by the raging sea,
A hermit of the oldish days,
Now lays in this coffin where he decays.
He once had a heart,
But it was so violently torn apart,
His soul long since taken away,
Leaving nothing inside on that cold Novemeber day.
He sleeps now beneath the dead moon,
Hoping to be awoken someday soon,
Awoken by the breath of life,
Before he loses his sanity,
To the reapers scythe.
He sits in the dark quietly,
Seeing the last of her light slowly fading,
Feet like iron, he tries to move,
But to no avail, he stays.
A small glimmer of hope,
He waves, Hoping...
That maybe she will notice,
And come back.
He hurts inside for what he said,
And wishes for that warmth,
That her light once gave him,
To heal his tormented soul.
So much loss he has suffered,
And fears that more may be his end,
He tries to yell, but nothing comes out,
As if his vocal cords were severed,
Like the old ties of the beast inside.
Old scars reappear like battle wounds,
Mapped over his body like a canvas,
She had made them almost scarce,
But now that she is going,
They reappear like phantoms.
He does not know if she will ever return,
But until then, He will sit,
In this dark prison of his past,
Hoping that she will pull him back into the light.
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