Nobody knows what flickers behind my silent mask,
The shadows in the glass are more real.
A whisper of ice shudders down my spine,
As the chill of the universe seeps into my bones.
Stepping into the blackness I stand still,
Hovering over the precipice of non-being,
As the world continues to sing her alien song.
It is a space starlit, where a splash of dawn enters.
Far beyond time and meanings call.
Between the self and what is not,
A strange confluence of time and space,
The sole ****** of this interior being.
And as the outside constructs its reality based dreams,
On an invisible wire I dance over an infinite waterfall.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 5:38 AM UTC
Nobody knows what flickers behind my silent mask,
The shadows in the glass are more real.
A whisper of ice shudders down my spine,
As the chill of the universe seeps into my bones.
Stepping into the blackness I stand still,
Hovering over the precipice of non-being,
As the world continues to sing her alien song.
It is a space starlit, where a splash of dawn enters.
Far beyond time and meanings call.
Between the self and what is not,
A strange confluence of time and space,
The sole ****** of this interior being.
And as the outside constructs its reality based dreams,
On an invisible wire I dance over an infinite waterfall.
