Always a sound of screaming and whisper,
Following,
But just out of sight.
Never letting me keep my head silent,
Just on the edge,
Holding me tight.

Their grasp,
Always slowly twisting my neck.
They’re desperate to show me a piece of myself,
A wall,
Stopping what I’d hate to believe.
My mouth spits out lies with nothing to give.

It’s so easy to break
An image,
A puzzle,
When my every thought has a reason for cracks.
I must keep in my mind
A notion,
A tunnel,
As I rip out a brick and let it collapse.

Never let them escape.

Always think,
Breathe,
Stop,
Now quiet.
Don’t say a word.
Don’t let yourself speak.
Hold these feelings I hate within reach of your heart.
You create them,
I conceal them.
You speak to yourself,
As if I’m trying to blame someone else
And that someone is still me,
More creature,
Less man.
So never let yourself break free,
For your every utterance will shatter the facade,
Consciously crafted to cage the unconscious.
I beg of you, fade away someday,
But for now, watch me,
The liar,
And spare me,
The victim.
Our victim.
My own self.

Take a moment to breathe,
Just make it quick.
It's never enough.

Rush what you can't achieve.
Nothing to pick,
No choice in this craft.

Take a moment to run.
Keep your distance
And never look back.

End what's never been done.
In this instance
No one sees the lack

Of your meaningless words.
Reasons now gone.
Stay hidden inside.

Take all that you ignored.
Leave with this dawn
And stop feeling pride
For staying a pawn,
For renting your time.

Still believing in what's been,
Not in that, which guides my eyes.
Not to end, but just begin
As the one, who always pries

Into shadows' lonely view,
Losing sight of what's myself,
Thinking "I'm what's left of you",
"Me" left on the highest shelf.

Far enough, not reaching out.
Far away and left alone.
Didn't know that I could doubt
Something I had never known.

Let yourself believe and change.
Stay beyond the length of touch.
Take this feeling, oh, so strange,
From this "me" that's so naive,
Because no one would believe,
That your leave can hurt so much.

Even within these tired flashes
Of another dying satellite,
I see these meaningless words calling
To some remnants of a flawless sight.

Soaring towards this dead horizon
Of another lying planetoid.
These visions fall within the fires,
That **** the ones trying to avoid

The light of the ones long forgotten,
Of another trying meteor,
Of nothing that has been a delusion,
Of the only thing that we tried for.

Keep my feeling within your own grasp,
Oh, another crying fallen star.
Turn what I said to nothing, but dust.
Run away to somewhere beyond far.

My steps echo in the silence of night,
As streets, empty, repeat what I say.
After a day of unspoken hours,
I make my way home, where silence continues.
Just think of tomorrow, next week, months and years,
But who'll think of seconds, insignificant time.
The clock will not leave behind any sound,
So I hear nothing, only delusions.
Nobody's waiting, pure darkness inside.

This place embodies my state of mind.
Is this solace, or just an illusion
Of cries for choice to which I am bound?
Free to move forward and stay in the line,
Just to distract yourself from these tears.
Calling the voice that's lost deep within you,
I keep up this act, my only prowess.
Still in these shackles of lying dismay,
As a faint smile appears in sight of light.

Landscapes of what's never been seen
Covering the light.
A silhouette shrouded by night
With shadows aloft.

Nothing, but these sights that don't mean
Anything, but fright
Of this creature - canvas so white.
Just don't peek too oft.

Brushes akin to knives so soft,
Piercing the painting.
Colors, on the brink of fainting,
Bleed out their essence.

Mountains of white, now cold and doffed.
A whisper echoes,
As someone calls for the meadows.
A shadow in need of a presence.

The touch of another burning embrace
Cannot melt these unforeseen feelings.
And calling forth this form of my being
Leaves but a rusty trace in my place.

This one of the few creating a spark,
Gather the light of a thousand Suns.
Fire, turn me into this form undone.
Let me become the one to be stark.

A breath of fresh air no one can define
Spreads dust and heat through these dark ditches.
As golden as all the world's greatest riches,
But only a fool could fall for this shine.