He walked as far as his old legs would carry him and found a place that looked comfortable. The smell of autumn leaves permeated his memories. How many times had he walked in this forest, smelled the trees and river, chased the deer though the hills? He lied there and thought about the people he loved as he closed his eyes for the very last time.
For Poe. In the forest we left you sleeping to run through these hills for evermore.
These tears once belonged to someone else. Long ago they fell from the eyes of another. They fell onto the earth and evaporated. Then they became rain, which fell from the sky. They collected and became streams and rivers, lakes and oceans. Over and over again for a thousand lifetimes. Until they found me. I consumed them and they became a part of me. And then they rained from me, from my eyes. I pass these tears down for a thousand lifetimes until my sadness finds another in this cycle of falling tears.
The boughs did creak
And branches snap
The sky turned then
Quite suddenly black
Dead leaves stirred
As willows mourned
The whispers of
A coming storm
The wind then died
And silence fell
Like echos from
Within a well
It started slow
The sound was soft
The arpeggio of
A single drop
Then like a wave
Before the break
A crescendo rose
From far away
And broke upon
The shattered earth
A torrent's rage
From heavens birthed
Darkened the night
The sky was cracked
By blinding light
Alone I listened
To the sound
The hallowed ground
The war of thunder
Rage of light
The shallow grave
Of the sleeping Knight
In dreams I've died countless times but when I open my eyes I'm still here
I've felt the cold embrace of ocean depths crushing my lungs as I drift deeper into darkness
Felt the jagged edge of blades and watched my blood spill onto the ground
Felt hollow steel pressed against my head and warm tears fall from my face
I've felt the rope snap and blood vessels burst beneath the surface of my skin
Yet every day I wake to this broken world the ghost of my dreams, lingering and longing to close my eyes once again
Bottle caps and bullet cases surround my feet, the glass beach of failed attempts at evading memories.
For all the things i let you put me through I still don't have the will to blame you.
I wish I could be weak in this moment, let my soul be seen but stuffing it down and shutting everyone out has become routine.
So I'll hang my tattered dolorous soul on the hook by the door. Exchanged for the vestigial smile I wear when reclusiveness isn't pragmatic anymore.
I'll pretend that each day doesn't bring me closer to shattering into a million crystalline pieces of who I was in memory.
And when the day is dead I'll climb back down inside my solace, and shed the burden of this emotional carapace
I'll remove my mask and wash away all the hate and fear from the dour face staring at me from the mirror.
I'll drown my soul and sink to the bottom of this internal sea. Into the world devoid of light, of sound, of memories.
She pulled at the tattered threads which bound my heart, inviting it to break again under the strain of her touch.
And in the seclusion of it's asylum it beat, bleeding out from between the ruptured walls of it's confinement.
Each fissure seething a long forgotten red, like teardrops in an endless chasm.
A slow red rain against black canvas
Looking out over the city night entices me to shudder my eyes which otherwise would feel the thousand piercing needles of endless light.
Bathed in darkness I feel whole. A dark armor against the ******* of the all consuming nothingness.
The bleak abatement of perception withholding the inner workings of natural thought replaced by extraneous rhetoric.
The dark star shines in spite of the sinful rain and jet black flowers bloom from barren earth where dreams have died.
A blood stained sky looms in regret and longing over the scarred eye of the world.
This flood of tears casts a dysmorphic shadow on the horizon.
Immutable darkness holds it's breath as an ephemeral light chases shadows once again across the earth.