Life

My heart cries,

Eyes remaining dry.

The swords.

I can feel the blood, but where is it?

Sorrows and rage,

Ravens with their wings swimming in skies,

When is the morrow?

00:12 and it's still yesterday.

I'm awake, but I am dreaming,

When I am asleep, I am not in a dream.

Sitting on wood, I am falling into the earth,

Blinded by the unanswered why,

Unaware of what question is right.

Time moves quickly, yet I can feel every grain.

I keep wondering what I am missing,

A remembrall isn't helping.

The veins in my brain hurt,

But I will be alright.