Whoa, what bitterness is this
Whose twisted thoughts have I trekked in?
Surely this darkness isn’t mine,
This want for aching, wasted time
Someday I’ll be solid, healed
Someday the nightmares won’t be there to steal
If the nights are silent, the days reveal
Endless screaming from the ones repealed
Some time night and day alike
Will toss their haunting-juggling storms
And all the worry and fear I despise
A laugh, a smile, a burst of light
Quickly killed by the sand inside
I parade alive, but the stars have died;
I’m sorry, which me was i supposed to
It is hard to weep in light, my
Sadness craves the night
past time when I am long alone, when skydark hits and mutes the known
I cry softly on my own.
I did not know that stones
When will this grief stop its roaming, and settle
more quietly into a home? I cannot
be like this much longer or my tears
will fill my lungs.
I’m drowning from above, and no one
Has offered me any way up
To see the sky and breathe again
To where the sea is not flooding my oxygen
And cursing my skin with its sting.
I would love to care about such trivialities
I think I’m
I think my heart is
I think my
Slipping away again.
I feel the blood-sail losing its wind
I closed my eyes
Watered the prize,
Weathered my cries
And, suddenly strong, said
I open up my mind to breathe
The shadow-diamonds fall from me
A breath of release, the chimings cease
And tears bleed as the howlings flee.
We weep bitterly, sickly
At all the suffering on earth
Our hearts most finely tuned to death
And the successive flood of hurt.
I weep like glass is in my veins
I cry and scream til sorrow stains
My soul and leaves me haunted, pained
Like the flood will tear my heart away.
We shake our fists at God
We break our teeth with grinding
How could you? How could you
The aching is crescendoing
My pain is overwhelming
Yet I do not stand alone.
This was never my home.