World,
World of days, World of hours.
Grey visions of doom surround
the veil of light covering darkness
and that thought
is yours to keep.

Some of these days
children will stop eating your dreams
and the eternal void of thinking silently,
the eternal darkness of your internal voice
will forever be
just noise
and
that pain,
that tedious light
at the end of the trail
won't drag you
away
no more.

a fast skirling wind
raced through the gumtree limbs
bending their branches

It must mean something
see through you,
count with your heartbeat
the days gone,
erase the mist,
the clouds, the leaves.  

Death must mean something.

It is late
too late now,
everything hurts,
you have no face at all.
Lights are still shining bright
while your broken soul is dying.
Sense and meaning,
two things that I don't seem to get.
Come here and tell me
that you care.
This heartless city keeps burning all your letters.
Somehow I'm not impressed.