Retrospective Inquiries

Is this what it feels like,

when boredom sets in

and your mind becomes one endless

whirlpool of chaos?

Is this how the dream's

supposed to end,

just collide with the stars and crash

back to the sea?

Is is supposed to be

just one facade

after another, blending in to this nitemare

we dream over again?

Is there nothing more

waiting for me,

behind this darkness, the shadows blocking

the fate I never wished to see?

Is this all you can feel,

the screams of silence,

yearning to be heard above the whispers

of their insanity?

Was I ever anything

beyond your emptiness,

the dreams you let go and could never

hope to regain?

Was I ever enough

for you to proclaim

that maybe this dream could be the one

to take those feelings away?

Piercing Shadows

With these dreams, I wait for something stronger.

Something bigger, brighter, darker.

The shadows reach forward from the corner

pulling my essence toward their sorrowful pain.

They know no way to ease or comfort

those things for which they so readily ache.

And the chaos they bled from my womb,

the hatred that rests so deep,

the anger rises within me,

and the blood soaks up in the streets.

I no longer feel this pain,

no longer know this ache,

no longer try to control

the fate at the end of this stake.

My heart cries for the souls I've lost,

the salvation being too high of a cost,

and the only way to make this right,

I pierce my heart as my soul takes flight.