Fleeting

Oh how thine empty stares amuse me.

I slowly fade...

As night turns to day...

While my vision taints gray...

In this blurry haze...

While I die there...

With my conscious thought gone somewhere...

And open arms bare...

Catching shadow glares.

And I

Am searching for something

But I

Am coming up with nothing

So I

Wait here nostalgically for anything.

Days going by...

With dents way up high...

Where my mere safety lies...

But no hope resides...

So I sit here...

Resolute, somewhat, yet with fear...

Around me, my blood smeared...

As crescents draw near.

And I

Am searching for something

But I

Am coming up with nothing

So I 

Wait here nostalgically for anything.

Woah, why is this foamy breeze

Fleeing from me?

Woah, why are these thoughts of mine

So empty, forgotten, declined?

Woah, I search but I don't know,

From here, which direction do I go?

And I

Am searching for something

But I

Am coming up with  nothing

So I

Wait here nostalgically for anything,

Provided its not fleeting.

Author's Note

"All this when the simple truth is I hate myself."

Reviews

[Horizon K.]

Lovely tragic prose here Riley. Especially that repeating stanza... Digs underneath the skin...I am coming up with nothing... The feeling of emptiness, loneliness, a sigh in hope... Perhaps, perhaps not... Heads up though okay?

[Riley Bray]

It was actually a song, but I'm glad you liked it!!!

[Horizon K.]

I thought it might be!