facing this perpetual void
Imprisoned in the labyrinth of this enigma
Reality, like the ground when falling from the sky
Squirming in this chaotic silence
I need answers…
I search in the strife of my training
I hear clearly the heartbeats, almost exploding from my chest
But the silence sustains
I feel the ache in my limbs, the sweat trickling from my brow
And though the salty taste numbs my thirst,
The hunger for closure, still brings me to my knees
Picking up a guitar, and releasing the sirens voice from its prison
The angst and determination felt with each pluck and strum
Sorrow and despair, embodied within each rhyme and verse
Even after the melody fades, the question still lingers
So I take my pen, and let these thoughts flow
Unto this empty page, upon my reflection
Hoping that in its gentle stream or frantic deluge
Even a clue would follow,
To no avail, though I wait
For I cannot read what has not been written
I find neither clue nor instruction
Only bringing forth another admonition
Where else have I not searched?
What price must I pay,
My sanity slowly fluttering from my grip
This mortal frame is siphoned
Even the mind and soul barely flicker
So I rest hoping to find release til I wake
But even in dreams I wander
Chase after the answer
And so I walk on.
My footsteps leaving no trace
--graydarksoul--
