Hidden in corners, so easy to see
    Darkening doorways, empty halls, midnight streets.
        Hiding much, for most "I can't tell you, I can't see"

For the question, "What was that..." was the answer I'd seek.


"Nothing's there."
     Can't they SEE it?!
           Flowing through NOTHING,
                Like Water.
          
                In such silence...
           I assume,
      Can't really hear over my mind.

Until sleep begins it's caress.
I'll hear them, in time.

Some of them, clearly Mad
Is this madness within me?
No, I'm sure it cant be.
They don't always speak to ME.


   Unconsciousness embrace, awareness begins to fade
Sleep settles in to welcome a new day.

I lay.

A Scream.
     I awake, no time has passed at all.
          The walls are still, the echos
               Of the silence.

My god, the maddening SILENCE!
The sequel to the screams.
Why must it be heard before
I've even a chance to dream.




                             The shadows continue to twitch.
                       The dancing blackness other's never see
                 When i ask them "What was that..."
           To be replied "Nothing's there."

"It's just a dream"

Nothing to say
Nothing to show

Waiting for nothing, at last it's arrived.
The ghost of a hope no longer alive
Just the waiting remains with no reason behind.

A bucket, empty, bone dry from evaporation
As it sits, unfilled, for what seems like generations.

And the water is gone.
And gone, that which would fill it

         But **** anyone who dares to renew it.

This bucket must wait to be filled by the tide
That no longer will visit the cavity inside.

The grim ghost of a hope that its contents return.
Not some fresh, new, clean source, but the one that was first.

The Ghost of the dying, or dead Hope that was fueled,
Leaving nothing behind
But patience.



This deadly numb patience, the husk of a goal
That once dreamed each drop would return to the whole,
Is now simply nothing.
It's for nothing, i wait.

With nothing to show.
And nothing to say.

Sunken to the bottom of the sea,
I find my periscope isn't tall enough to reach,
The surface's light above.
But what I see is is enough,
Increasing in brightness, one increment at a time.

The feeling of fear, under barricaded vision
What once for, those drowning, I would shun,

Their world i have dwelled,
Gasping in hell
Living and sharing their sins.



How HELPLESS one feels!
It is no less real
Than the bliss one would find up above...

And to strike them all down
To save your own cloud
Only teaches them they are denied love.



Pride of the fallen,
The shame is felt
When the blind request aid to see.

Guilt,
Guilt of bothering those who choose
To block, ignore, and cast aside their eyes
for fear of being dragged below,

TO dwell where they dwell, no one else will go.



Its difficult to trick yourself, and truly believe your lies
The world beyond the world we sense and feel, see with eyes

It is a place one cannot tread with memory of old beliefs.
To alter your reality, you must alter what you see.

What you see and hear and touch and smell, you network of PURE belief.
If you only stretch out from the inside, you'll never truly reach.

The universe is an extension of you, an extra sense in it's whole.
Use it, and alter your mind to believe what you have sewn.

Sitting in the dark, black silhouettes loom.
One of which dwells, familiar, barely seen.

Vast open space, barely lit, lies my doom
For those who wait for sustenance, span the gaps, unseen

The deepest fear, and least understood.
In the night, they wake, living as they should.
They've done nothing wrong,
But their presence lingers on
Even after they are gone.
Why cant i just be STRONG.

I'm TIRED of this fear of those whose darkness I intrude,
When all i want to do is be inside,
Instead I sit outside and stare, frozen in prelude
To the peace and comfort that i desire.

They don't know I'm here
And when they aren't i still know they are.
Around every tree
Spanning every yard.
When the sun is gone, how can i be sure?
That i wont become entangled in a fearful encounter.

I sleep outside those walls tonight

The blackness ***** me in
My mind and body cannot win,
But somehow i can see them froze without momentum.

One will pray to die,
While the other always tries
To survive the frantic tantrums grown within them.

I look into the shadow from the sunset wondering why,


Seated in a hell of our creation, i repel
Just a thought, a voice, a whisper from inside us.
If this sunset never ends, and the fire reaches in,
Ill be stuck in an eternal event horizon.

(Down dwelling bottom feeder)
(A side not meant to see)
(A side that only by mirrors)
(Is ever revealed to me.)

I am well -----------------------------(Good god, do you hate me?)
We are only human -------------- (Is it wrong to wish that i werent?)
No worries friend -----------------  (Other than "was it me?")


If i can handle the burden unleashed on me
If my back doesn't break, then I'll gladly carry.

(Struggling with letting you know that i scream)
(And cry with every step, it weighs down on me.)
(Would it destroy everything to let you see this)
(***** **** bottom feeder dwelling below)
(Dying of the **** it cleans from your toes.)

Jesus, how did you do it.
What words did they use to try to make your efforts in vain?

(I'm no saint, not even close, i don't know why you'd even)
(Bother listening to me.)

Be well :) ---------------------------- (please don't sever yourself from me)
Ill be here :)
                     (Thinking of ways not to sound so stupid when I say
                       what I hope might help you again. )

This is why I'm here ----------------(This is why I'm here?)
You know something's wrong. --(But i cry at the thought of troubling                    
                                                          you.)