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Moan
Tormented every wake with what transpires in my sleep
Unbelievable pain from within a hallow cave, damp and swollen
Imagination running vivid only to find that colors hold no pigment
Sleepless whispers and moaning with sickness if only my heart would stop
Pushing away burdening ideas of freedom selfishly haunting this prison
Fear of losing the remains of our saturated past to the howling winds of time
Where is my poison so that I might suffocate the noise in my mind
What if you somehow heard my soul calling to you from far in the distance
Behind every memory that you could conceive or rationalize
Would you have run to me with all the force you have inside just to hold my corpse
One last time, one more day, one more breath is all I have left to give
So many random moments have passed by just flickering lights with motion
I have sat and decomposed here waiting for this painting to come to life
Hesitating for any real existence afraid that I will miss this chance encounter…
