:: Abyss ::
I am flowing
across a void below, with the other side of the rift no-where in sight.
I remember leaping, eyes closed and wondering - if I'd ever see the light on the other side of existence - yet in the beginning I trusted solely upon myself for deliverance
Yet I am flowing still
and along the way I see several others like me
some are crying - their useless beads of salt and moisture propelling away from them as they move along, like water, like nothing.
For what does it mean to shed tears, in the knowledge of what you have done and where you are ?
some are asleep, for who knows for how long they have been in such a plane of torment (perceived, mind you) and as I cross them , I feel that they have intentionally given up the experience, and are currently just moving as momentum tells them to.
I do not know at which point of the rift I have crossed, but if I strain my eyes hard enough - I'd see bodies on the bed of the chasm, snapped and broken like flattened nothingness
strangely enough, they all wear white
symbolism ?
Of what though, I will ponder tonight.
Oh, tonight - tonight, of many nights, for it is seemingly never that I will find the end
And I think to myself, that it is so tempting to give up
That maybe this is getting a little boring, and that I might want to fall
and crash to the bottom in an effort to change course, and find something new.
But my fingers tremble and I am afraid once more.
In contrast, I am awake, eyes wide - and I shake the thoughts from my head. I spin around to check ;
I am adrift; above the gaze now - and beyond monster.
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spoken. at 5:59 PM
I am flowing
across a void below, with the other side of the rift no-where in sight.
I remember leaping, eyes closed and wondering - if I'd ever see the light on the other side of existence - yet in the beginning I trusted solely upon myself for deliverance
Yet I am flowing still
and along the way I see several others like me
some are crying - their useless beads of salt and moisture propelling away from them as they move along, like water, like nothing.
For what does it mean to shed tears, in the knowledge of what you have done and where you are ?
some are asleep, for who knows for how long they have been in such a plane of torment (perceived, mind you) and as I cross them , I feel that they have intentionally given up the experience, and are currently just moving as momentum tells them to.
I do not know at which point of the rift I have crossed, but if I strain my eyes hard enough - I'd see bodies on the bed of the chasm, snapped and broken like flattened nothingness
strangely enough, they all wear white
symbolism ?
Of what though, I will ponder tonight.
Oh, tonight - tonight, of many nights, for it is seemingly never that I will find the end
And I think to myself, that it is so tempting to give up
That maybe this is getting a little boring, and that I might want to fall
and crash to the bottom in an effort to change course, and find something new.
But my fingers tremble and I am afraid once more.
O, but the life of fear I lead !
In contrast, I am awake, eyes wide - and I shake the thoughts from my head. I spin around to check ;
and realize that nothing has changed.
I am adrift; above the gaze now - and beyond monster.
I want to fly into your sun
need pain to make me numb
Live like a teenage christ;
I'm a saint - got a date with suicide.
Oh Mary - Mary,
To be this young is oh-so-scary.
Oh Mary - Mary;
To be this young ; I'm oh-so scared
I want to live, I want to love
But it's a long hard road, out of hell.
You never said forever -
could ever hurt like this.
need pain to make me numb
Live like a teenage christ;
I'm a saint - got a date with suicide.
Oh Mary - Mary,
To be this young is oh-so-scary.
Oh Mary - Mary;
To be this young ; I'm oh-so scared
I want to live, I want to love
But it's a long hard road, out of hell.
You never said forever -
could ever hurt like this.
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spoken. at 5:59 PM
