If you can imagine Ink in the oceans Howling storms Scouring winds raging Unstoppable tsunamis Uncaring plagues Forests of untamed flames Spewing ash enveloping Fuel for chemical skies Acid water drops falling Stripping the plains Seeping and brewing All the way through Imagine now nothing The remains dissolve Only dust and clay Barren and beaten Vistas in cracked forgotten Fragments of once great Lay to fates of nothing Familiar places hollow All gone to hellish endings Feel the emptiness The taste of sadness Loneliness that aches
Maybe then you might understand This is how it is inside
I do not need cherish Nor fall nostalgic Life before this present Remains affixed permanent As the all too collected This awful present Of life memories moments Emotions combined rise As my state of mind falls To clean out out dispose I can manage if I welcome The bittersweet sadness of A life now piled in heaps Embarrassing and awful Buried and not wanting To feel those low chords struck To some its is hoarding Me I think I'm hiding from The past. Buried beneath it.
I've built these things As distraction from the State of my being Blinded
Allowed for such waste Collected as if cherished Now as I am daunted Set to the task Disgusted
What made me this way To choose without knowing To let slip the standards To live and not hide my needs So much filth now I am shocked by The thought that This is me.