A deep tranquility rests,
On the depth of ocean floor,
Destitute tropes of forgotten lore,
Unimagined wholesome tears,
A trepidation breaking into isometric crates,
Soliloquy identity is the only resume.

Only when rooted veins get stripped from skin,
Delved from flesh sinking sin,
For darkened nightshade permeates the iridescence,
With tearing clouds of reminiscent melodic pleasures.

Lonely nights become a tangible entity
That lurks upon the edge of night tremored beds.
The promise of potential draws a close,
Curtains strained, contemplate alone.

A conscientious troubling vestment,
Caused by an arrogant caked resentment,
Through words that do not press,
Statued by most ignorant jests.

Language decreed to fragmentary letters,
But a vessel to help forget;
The self-loathing that never subdues,
Reflect upon those uprooted veins,
The bearer of bad news.

Lurking in the shadows,
Forsaken vows, broken promises,
The things we hold,
Cold, empty carcasses,
Given life by ourselves,
Draining us of our humanity.

We are but wandering dependant bodies,
Dependant on ourselves,
Surrounded by entities,
Valued more than anything else.

A system destined for desolation,
One that tricks us out of isolation,
Look past what surrounds you,
Try and see something else,
You’ll find nothing matters,
You are created to be,
Placed upon a crimson soil,
Burning away at your feet.

No purpose, no identity,
nothing to hold on too indeed,
Drowning in the thick of it,
Consumed by what we should be,
Valuing things that should not be,
Cutting into our humanity,
Like a butchers knife into meat,
Bit by bit we bleed,
Till there is nothing left,
And all there is to see,
Is what could have been.

How do you fall with grace?
Is not falling but a dismal disgrace?

When you fall,
You don’t sing in solemn muse,
No it’s a vocal chord strained,
An out of tune guitar,
Played by a child,
And that’s only the start.

The world rises,
It expands
It grows
As you keep sinking deeper,
Quick sand beneath your feat,
Fighting to free yourself,
Soon to find yourself consumed.

The consumed rise,
What once shone light,
Is in eclipse,
Blocking out its radiant rays,
Displacing the golden touch,
The gentle finger of transparency,
Beautiful,
The trees but smiling in animated,
Solace,
Did the light one touch,
Wither away now it does,
The flowers sulk,
Fall into a melancholy only know to man,
That beauty that once fulfilled them,
Drains into winters shores.

Loitering in perpetual motion,
Corroding into the world,
A crossroad never to be turned,
A path no one has took,
Yet one mistook,
How can one get lost,
In a place no one looked?

Once there lay a blatant fool,
Wandering the abyss,
The never ending darkness,
Consuming all.

It’s reckless hands they do caress,
Trick the eye into seeing beyond illusion,
Illusion be but the light,
The epitome of the inner sanctum of night.

Take one last look,
At that solemn face,
Remember what it used to make.

The joys,
The smiles,
The conversations that stretch for miles.

Take one last look,
Recall all that happened,
And you find a tear somewhat beside you.

For happiness is only temporary,
Loneliness is certain,
Those thoughts in your head,
Well,
They’re your burden.

Take one last look,
For you mistook,
This world for something else.

You thought it was blissful,
You thought it was tranquil,
But now you can’t understand it,
You can’t demand of it,
You’re enslaved by it,
Those chains tie you down,
Till you become part of the ground.

Take one last look,
That’s all you need,
To say your farewells,
And proceed somewhere else.