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Unfinished
In the midst of all this darkness
I lie, alone, draped in a blanket of uncertainty
So many lies, so much truth
What is actually worth the instant
That my thoughts take to process?
Memories mass together enclosing my mentality
One moment trailed by blissful and rejoicing memories
The next haunted by intimidating images of pain
Various people pacing throughout my mind
Their voices echoing off the barrier my heart has fashioned
'I need you,' one falsely calls,
'I love you,' another begs in sincerity.
My soul twisted up in authenticity and deceit
Perplexed and on my own, no one to take my hand
But even in my darkest hour, I have hope...
A hope that lights the depressing hole I call my soul
Whos gentle touch, and sweet carress can take away all the pain
Remove every drop of hurt that I've ever endured
What would I give to grab hold and flee from this wretched place?
To run amidst the flowers of peace and be set free...
I wonder of the feeling,
Time and time again I catch my damn self wondering,
But what if?
I wish that I could run away with you and we could create out
Own world,
We could fashion pleasure into the air,
And braid tenderness into the grass...
We could sift out the salt of the waters and mix in elixer,
And sprinkle our own fairydust of love on all of our creation.
... And yet I dream of romanticism again.
Being set in this world of eternal nothingness,
Winning none and losing all shapes you that way,
You tend to dream, and think irrational thoughts...
What if this plague of an existance could mold into...
Into... something, anything worth it?
But it couldn't,
Because I am not worthy of such freeness,
I am bound to the walls of my hell
Like Hades in his deathpool,
I may reach all I want towards my dreams,
But in this world that is all they will ever be.
And I am left alone in my pensieve of darkness again.
You can't see me anymore and my thoughts and ideals?
They don't really matter, now do they
