I'm a prisoner of time
A prisoner of space
Only able to exist in
This non existent place.
On a safari through time
Back to the Dinosaur days
To observe and to study
Many Dinosaurs ways
Enclosed in a force field to
Avoid Contamination there
I stupidly stepped outside
To smell and sample the air.
I stood on a plant so
It couldn't feed a bee
And the ripple down effect
Removed existence from me.
Not really still alive
Yet not really dead
Non existent in the future
Just stuck here instead.
Unmoving in time and
Unmoving in space
I've become the shade
That haunts this place.
Just a prisoner of time
Just a prisoner of space
Only able to exist in
This non existent place.
The lid hums like a throat that cannot sing,
Sealed wood remembers my last breath’s wing.
Lilies stare with their white, blind eyes,
Their perfume is pity—how it lies.
I stitched my silence with a needle of bone,
The air outside has learned my tone.
Fingers folded, a prayer mislaid,
The earth rehearses what it’s always said.
Moonlight drips through the chapel glass,
A ghost of me watching my body pass.
They will say I was calm, composed, divine—
But grief wears my face beneath the pine.
Now the worms, those patient brides,
Beginning the banquet of my nonexistence.
My name dissolves, like salt, inside.
Resigned to that place, before I was born.
The Dying—do not question—
If Heaven waits—or Not—
Their Lips mouth Hallelujah—
The Soul—what it Forgot—
The Church provides a Compass—
Though Maps—are rarely True—
We Pilgrims—clutch a Candle—
And call the Darkness—Blue—
A grave—becomes a Promise—
The Dust—a kind of Trust—
And Nothingness—is padded—
With Hymns—we learned to trust—
Yet—Somewhere—in the Silence—
A Skeptic—counts the Stars—
And finds—amongst Oblivion—
No Fear—as soft-- as ours --
Sitting with the moon ablaze once again.
Dark, Lonely, Awkward Silence.
Thoughts racing rapidly throughout my head.
Time ticks away as my heart beats faster.
Alone and scared for the future.
The Hypocritical society is faced with no escape.
Money will always be a key to ones downfall.
The root of all evil.
The crisis in ones family.
A motive to lead to overall brainwash, and abolition.
Simplicity is God's gift.
The little things that surround are everyday eye.
Finest beauty and candor located in nature.
The colors that are filled up from within.
Appreciate the beats that your heart pushes forth.
Life is to extensive to measure.
Arise the sun from the east lays astray.
As once forth another day progresses
Life is portrayed as nonexistence cherished climax.
i bite my tongue until i feel
myself running over my teeth
all steel and ice water
unfeeling and calm
where the hell has all the love gone?
where is the warmth i used to cherish?
where is the truth i used to hold?
my god, what have i become?
i wonder if you still recognize me
with this mockery of a mask
tattered paper mache hanging in strips from an invisible face
i am but a shadow of wells' creation
irony, sweet irony
to be nothing more than a shadow
of nonexistence
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