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The golden streets in my dreams
Show me the path to redemption
Silences the screams
Hides the shame
And rips everything that I've ever known
At the broken heart seams
Ropes and strings, pulled and tied
Nooses and knots, the reason you lied
More likely than not
The causes of why I've cried
Giving in and giving out promises
That only last until I died
Yesterday
And there was no sighs
No questions of why
The path to the ghost of my soul
Disappeared with the blood
That endlessly flowed
But I didn't know
I couldn't see
The transparency of my misery
There for everyone else to see
Everyone could have guessed
I'm sure they all knew
Life flew past my pain
Skipping over the doubts and regrets
Of all the things I didn't do
It's amazing how death can finally
Get you through
And life is something
You never really knew
I fell
I slept
And wished
Upon an astral projection
My state was not that of lucidity
But rather, it was that of harmony
Connectivity
Intertwining with the weaves and sinews and basket-like patterns
That are the universe
Our minds
Forming a collective soul
A collective consciousness
One
Everyone seeing the same projection
In completely different realities
I fell
I slept
I saw
One

— The End —