Taken From Sound

Sleep engulfs the mind

I am motionless

The air feels warm though

And she feels warmer

Last moments

 

It begins to pick up

And I remain on the cold hard ground

She starts to blur

 

The warmness whips me into another world

Where her and I are split...

 

The warm has left us

And now I lay isolated in powder

Is she speaking to me?

The pounding storm is too loud

Yet it dies down

 

This can't be the end again

Once again it picks up

This can't be the end

 

Is she still next to me?

 

.....

 

I go back to a time

Where her and I were one

And I myself know I'm alive

 

Where the leaves fell like parachutes

Into the soft ground

 

When the wind blew through our hair

 

The day that God had shown me

I was wrong

The day he kicked me out

But let me back in

Why?

 

Why God, this beautiful place

Where you strategically placed us all

But what hate it possesses

And oh how we absorb it

 

Just like the wind you have your ways

I've missed them in these passing days

 

I show the hate I converse about

 

human.

nothing.

You made me.

 

I'd curse you to hell

But look what you've made

 

.....

 

Now I see that this fight was never with you

Never with anyone but myself

Still fighting with a broken soul

I go into the courtroom with myself

But the trial never ends

 

All the hate that it sends

The loss of friends

 

I've learned to be by myself

For quite some time now

Gotten used to this life now

 

Don't have a way out right now

I think I'm falling asleep now

 

Into arms that welcome

The act of resisting grows old

 

.....

 

Observing

Sympathy wraps itself around me

Caring is its virtue

 

Flames engulf the mind

What seems impossible in these conditions

They manage it

They provide themselves warmth

 

Attempt

And the gift will enter

 

.....

 

I haven't forgotten

I drew many pictures

Stored them in a box

That no one can see

Not even myself

 

You were the one

To save me from havoc

And my loneliness

That somehow I thrive for

 

Love is something you can't give to me

And I do not accept

I hunt for it and am sometimes selfish

 

I knelt before you and offered

Offered my reflection and memory

 

Perhaps it's too much

Pure, not one of his though

But I know you are

 

I don't believe you rushed on my journey

Calling it a day with you at my side

 

It was all just to buy me some time