death and grief.
i wish. someday, someday.
the silent tribute
sadness gnaws and rots.
my candle burns out
only to face your pity,
pity;
grey, stubborn
only a substance.
a wall between faces.
a cry,
cry that splinters.
beg me,
beg me,
the arteries of the world
are bleeding
into my dearest,
into culture;
adam and eve.
gaze upon the rug
covering the floor;
it crashed sanity.
and
kept fear stalled
for tunnels.
and tunnels,
death rides on trampled rails;
a train packed with passengers.
father, oh father,
why hide beneath the unguarded wonderland?
the reflections,
the ying and the yang,
the twins,
the mirror
whispers
And
questions,
-likewise-
the grave,
the solemn,
the sombre :
why did you,
you
chose us to be so wrong,
to be so wrong.
my tribute to those who died at the hands of fate.
as well as
those who grief and fear
i do not believe in prayers.
but i do believe in ying/yang.
dark and light.
i would love to ride into the night,
like a gallant horse.
i would love to be deep set in clay.
the silent tribute
sadness gnaws and rots.
my candle burns out
only to face your pity,
pity;
grey, stubborn
only a substance.
a wall between faces.
a cry,
cry that splinters.
beg me,
beg me,
the arteries of the world
are bleeding
into my dearest,
into culture;
adam and eve.
gaze upon the rug
covering the floor;
it crashed sanity.
and
kept fear stalled
for tunnels.
and tunnels,
death rides on trampled rails;
a train packed with passengers.
father, oh father,
why hide beneath the unguarded wonderland?
the reflections,
the ying and the yang,
the twins,
the mirror
whispers
And
questions,
-likewise-
the grave,
the solemn,
the sombre :
why did you,
you
chose us to be so wrong,
to be so wrong.
my tribute to those who died at the hands of fate.
as well as
those who grief and fear
i do not believe in prayers.
but i do believe in ying/yang.
dark and light.
i would love to ride into the night,
like a gallant horse.
i would love to be deep set in clay.
