still coming and going as it pleases.

becoming a never ending cycle of unfulfilled desires.

lost.

waiting to be found.

betrayed by the unexpected

always hungry for the answer.

fed but never satisfied

it waits for the end of lies.

taken to a void where it shall be put to rest

it lays dormant.

when rising from its slumber

this wave of distraught leaks through the night.

a scent of the unknown

fills the mind with an uncontrollable urge,

to end ones very existence.

When all said is done?

Nothing is known.

For better or for worse,

it all sails away.

Tick - tock - tick - tock

the clock wont stop.

Flying high towards the sky,

clouds become deceiving.

The soothing chill we looked forward too,

become a wave of unsettling ember.

Like a corpse forgotten and ignored.

Piled high.

Day by day you wait,

but your answer never shows.

Awakened, but never pleased.

You search for salvation.

What's left to do?

Who's left to speak?

What Happens?

When there's nowhere else to turn

Darkness surrounds.

Not a flicker of light reveals itself.
Secluded in what seems to be abyssal, I find myself caged.

The Sensation of Iron glides across my fingertips.
The Scent of the unknown leaves my mind confused.
Echoes of my thoughts never end.
A bitter taste lingers... Poison?
Sight seizes to exist before me.

What is to come if I shall be set free?
Perhaps my body will once again wonder..

A figure in cloak looks down upon me.
Bright Ruby's shine like two dancing suns.
Within them; my mirror.
Carefree and happy.

What sign is this hooded figure showing me?
As he reaches for me, am I to shake his hand?

NO!

My refusal ends well..
In silence he disappears like the whispering wind.
Once again I find myself caged.

In my final breath I stare into the Open Night Sky.

Alone; but not forgotten.

They never leave.



Always lingering on for days.



What causes something of this caliber to stay, when everything else lay ruin?



Corroded and decayed, a bloodland. flooded by despair and the laughter of humiliation.



Without haste it lunges forward.



Unexplained phenomenon.



Creeping along side the river bank in search of its next source.





What will it be this time?

why



something inside this empty shell will not stop.

it has no name.

no feeling.

no emotion.

no expression.

but everywhere it goes, it leaves behind a trail of sorrow.



what feeds this beast within?

what causes it to shake so violently?



the chains that bind always seem to break apart.

no matter the size, no matter the material; they shatter.

it can never be contained.

how do you stop what cannot be tamed?



this pain will not subside.

medicine.. remedies.. time itself, has failed to heal.



day and night, it roams.

a Nomad. seeking out destruction.

will it never leave?



why



must the suffering continue?

what happened for this to have been deserved?

will there ever be salvation?

what of these aches and chills?



why



am I... breaking apart