Knowingly, he waits for innocence to end
His eyes, glossed with instinctual terror
Factually fearful of something he knows nothing about
And the arbiter watches, like some perverse anubis
Observing the process with no clear objective
Like a statue taking a liking to cigars
The arbiter wants only to see the end, having no conception of what it means
Innocence and snow, both gentle
Falling, for the rare and irreplaceable moment of suspension in open air
Innocence and The End, present for one another
Be it though, a meaningless meeting
Neither of them knowing how important they are to each other
If only I could sweet one, but I may only be witness
Im sorry if youre scared
But know that I am here for you, when soon, all will leave you
Innocence can only look back
With no life left to look back on
This visitation is all he has
The ground grows close now
Innocence does not know the end is real
The Arbiter stays close, remaining only of occupation
There are no Angels here for you now he says
It wont hurt, it wont be scary anymore, I promise
Go with no knowledge of your armagedon
Will not go unnoticed.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
Knowingly, he waits for innocence to end
His eyes, glossed with instinctual terror
Factually fearful of something he knows nothing about
And the arbiter watches, like some perverse anubis
Observing the process with no clear objective
Like a statue taking a liking to cigars
The arbiter wants only to see the end, having no conception of what it means
Innocence and snow, both gentle
Falling, for the rare and irreplaceable moment of suspension in open air
Innocence and The End, present for one another
Be it though, a meaningless meeting
Neither of them knowing how important they are to each other
If only I could sweet one, but I may only be witness
Im sorry if youre scared
But know that I am here for you, when soon, all will leave you
Innocence can only look back
With no life left to look back on
This visitation is all he has
The ground grows close now
Innocence does not know the end is real
The Arbiter stays close, remaining only of occupation
There are no Angels here for you now he says
It wont hurt, it wont be scary anymore, I promise
Go with no knowledge of your armagedon
Will not go unnoticed.
2013, a very different mind, a very different me....
I was drinking one night, when I got tired of whatever game I was playing. I had this idea from another idea. About how innocent kids are, and how unknowingly connected they are with.....things. So I thought of when children die tragically. I wondered if they can see death more clearly than we can. So I wrote out a short "witness" type thing of Death being the only one present for the death of a child who has fallen from a high window.
