gazing through the window
looking down I see
a blazing hellfire
anguish and pain
and a sea of endless spite
tears like blood fall from the window
like lava from a volcano
the blood slowly leaks out

a shadow darkened my doorstep
a wayward soul drowning in deprivation of final rest
the phantom wails in sorrow
without eternal rest it weeps
what do I have
why must I stay behind
what gives my soul such restlessness
with a whirl of wind the specter is whisked away

A violent wind
anguish clouds my vision
air abandons my lungs
limbs frigid
awake yet
my heart motionless
waiting
wanting
to leave this place
eyes turn to glass
skin unchanged
a tear stains my face

the face of my clock
a fake smile
a forced laugh
slowly I notice
my emotions are fake
when did it start
when did I stop
a hollow place in my heart
I wonder if anyone sees through them
I listen for the clock for the ticking has stopped

searching in darkness
glancing into the light
scavenging through books
sifting through notes
a hidden memory
a lost smile
will the child ever return
the one I buried in my heart
the child knew the meaning
the child
was me
long forgotten
the meaning of life is lost
so is the child I once was

eyes cracked like glass
tear drops shatter to the ground
a porcelain doll
broken cracks mock her face
even though she looks broken on the outside
inside her fragile shell
lies something
a thousandfold
worse

a heart is glass
surrounded by walls of stone
no one gets in
no one gets out
only one holds the key
a key not like
the ones you see
this key encased
in the hand of a soul
has no equal