I fear I’ll dwindle away into the silent cavities we call the past
into the shades of gray, the opaqueness; through the looking glass
glazed with a thick impenetrable fog, under skies once so vast
yes, life was once like I was awake- living in a lucid dream
but dreams, they never last,
so why lust for the past?
eaten away, decaying as time passes and I only grow weaker
once so thick-skinned I seem to be becoming porous, like deteriorating marrow
I walk alone now, a fragile soul encased in a matching vessel
feet growing too heavy as the roads narrow
as the darkness paints the sky,
a star glows and guides me home like a sparrow
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
I fear I’ll dwindle away into the silent cavities we call the past
into the shades of gray, the opaqueness; through the looking glass
glazed with a thick impenetrable fog, under skies once so vast
yes, life was once like I was awake- living in a lucid dream
but dreams, they never last,
so why lust for the past?
eaten away, decaying as time passes and I only grow weaker
once so thick-skinned I seem to be becoming porous, like deteriorating marrow
I walk alone now, a fragile soul encased in a matching vessel
feet growing too heavy as the roads narrow
as the darkness paints the sky,
a star glows and guides me home like a sparrow
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