I reside in a single setting
Where endless desolation musters.
Should I fade out?
Should I run and hide?
Or with me will this reside?
I tremble at the thought
The clouds smother the sky
The rain melts my eyes
Perhaps I shall join the roses
The few that remain vibrant
Mock this vagrant,
We share our thoughts
And can’t find our answer
Whether or not to join the rest
Am I a rose?
Their thorns push me away,
I’m the vagrant, I cannot stay.
I’m lost in my own train of thought,
This I have known,
I am alone.
But as the roses ask their questions
And I find my own
We all must accept that
These answers are as lost and dead
As eve
It’s slipping away,
This canvas, already suffering
From severely blurred and fading images
Is finished, it’s ready
To at last crash to the ground,
Bear its burdens no longer.
I still find I’m reaching out
Into the white
And trying to grasp these blurred images
Their faces turn wearily to me,
They say some final words,
And they walk away.
My hand is left full of smeared paint
Or is it blood?
The white washes it off like water
In this bottomless sea
I see my reflection
But I don’t-
I am a reflection of this nothingness.
Is this why
They say life is a canvas?
Blinded and Losing Consciousness by SageDagger, literature
Literature
Blinded and Losing Consciousness
I'm going blind, losing consciousness,
Darkness is the drug, I cannot break my dependency,
Every color tries to hold me back as it beckons,
But I know one day the darkness will have me.
At that point I won't be conscious,
This addiction will leave me blind,
I'll live a better life in death,
It'll let me leave this world behind.
The vibrancy hurts,
I find only pain in color,
I find myself nearer to the darkness
As these colors grow duller.
Look into those ferrite clouds,
Don’t pay attention the structure’s height,
Let the water serve as shrouds.
Mind not the heartless crowds,
If you think what you’re doing is right,
Let the water serve as shrouds.
If this will make you proud,
Wait not for the night,
Look into those ferrite clouds.
This river roars so loud,
And you fear its bite,
Let the water serve as shrouds.
Even if it is this against which you have vowed,
The water, like a path, gleams so bright,
Look into those ferrite clouds.
If one last action I am allowed,
I shall fall with you, hold you tight,
Let us take our last look into these ferrite clouds,
L
I reside in a single setting
Where endless desolation musters.
Should I fade out?
Should I run and hide?
Or with me will this reside?
I tremble at the thought
The clouds smother the sky
The rain melts my eyes
Perhaps I shall join the roses
The few that remain vibrant
Mock this vagrant,
We share our thoughts
And can’t find our answer
Whether or not to join the rest
Am I a rose?
Their thorns push me away,
I’m the vagrant, I cannot stay.
I’m lost in my own train of thought,
This I have known,
I am alone.
But as the roses ask their questions
And I find my own
We all must accept that
These answers are as lost and dead
As eve
It’s slipping away,
This canvas, already suffering
From severely blurred and fading images
Is finished, it’s ready
To at last crash to the ground,
Bear its burdens no longer.
I still find I’m reaching out
Into the white
And trying to grasp these blurred images
Their faces turn wearily to me,
They say some final words,
And they walk away.
My hand is left full of smeared paint
Or is it blood?
The white washes it off like water
In this bottomless sea
I see my reflection
But I don’t-
I am a reflection of this nothingness.
Is this why
They say life is a canvas?
Blinded and Losing Consciousness by SageDagger, literature
Literature
Blinded and Losing Consciousness
I'm going blind, losing consciousness,
Darkness is the drug, I cannot break my dependency,
Every color tries to hold me back as it beckons,
But I know one day the darkness will have me.
At that point I won't be conscious,
This addiction will leave me blind,
I'll live a better life in death,
It'll let me leave this world behind.
The vibrancy hurts,
I find only pain in color,
I find myself nearer to the darkness
As these colors grow duller.
Look into those ferrite clouds,
Don’t pay attention the structure’s height,
Let the water serve as shrouds.
Mind not the heartless crowds,
If you think what you’re doing is right,
Let the water serve as shrouds.
If this will make you proud,
Wait not for the night,
Look into those ferrite clouds.
This river roars so loud,
And you fear its bite,
Let the water serve as shrouds.
Even if it is this against which you have vowed,
The water, like a path, gleams so bright,
Look into those ferrite clouds.
If one last action I am allowed,
I shall fall with you, hold you tight,
Let us take our last look into these ferrite clouds,
L
And it is damp and cold.
Before my thoughts become coherent
They reverberate and echo,
My psyche performs a dance with my
Not quite done yet corpse.
They shiver together,
An epileptic slowdance
And reminder of how everything
Is constantly shaking and fragile
Except the door out of life;
That is closed. Firm. Always. Forever.
This isn't getting any better.
Time stretches on.
It is always now.
My exhaustion with now
Shivers out in a silent gasp
That looks like smoke in this cold.
Empty and lifeless
Wandering a bland corridor
That goes nowhere
For hours.
The walls are merely five feet apart
But the space between feels infinite.
I sit and stare at the floor in the dark.
For hours.
Overwhelming pressure and light
Careening off the walls of the corridor
That has no air
For hours.
The walls are fucking five feet apart
But they are pushing in against me
I throw a fit on the floor in the dark.
For hours.
I've gone the wrong way.
And I sit here, defeated.