Words upon the page,
Falling from the mind,
Diamonds glistening on the papyrus
Like tears on the dry sand,
Absorbed by the white noise outside
Of the secret world.
In a flood of emotion so turbulent,
Like the wild horses of the sea
Kicking up the shoal,
Tearing the blood-red reef to shreds,
As it passes so wistfully
Away from your fingertips.
A stretch of black mud
Stained with the rubies of lost love,
Of dear friends,
Of fallen foes,
No distinguishing dead or alive,
Because living is long past.
Clicking against the machine,
Your nails stuck in the trap
When you sidestep the trigger,
And you weep;
It's not the pain in your hand,
But the ache in your heart.
Your ribs like a weight in your chest,
Their clothes like the world on your back,
A thousand words unread,
A million unsaid,
An infinity of stars falling unto the tome,
That forms the eternal tomb.
Lest we forget.