Evaporation
Listen as the wind blows, from across the great divide
Voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time
The night is my companion, solitude my guide
Would I spend forever here, and not be satisfied?
Every day is shot through with mocking hope towards an impossible goal. Each morning Dawn draws a blank canvas, but each day is the same, only written on by the same hand in slightly different manners. It doesn't matter what happens by now until it happens, and I know it won't.
Into this night I wander- it's morning that I dread
Another day of knowing of the path I fear to tread
Into the sea of waking dreams I fall without pride
Because nothing stands between us here
and I won't be denied...
I can't stand knowing what I could have. I don't want to see what I don't have. It's not like I'm in physical danger, but emotionally it's tearing me apart. I can't see the world anymore for what it is, only what I want it to become. Nothing is ever perfect, not even for a moment. I don't understand this anymore, I don't understand this life. Every time I seem to find something, I lose it. I've lost it so many times now I can't look at anything with a clear eye. I'm lost in the stupidity of hope, of actually thinking maybe I could love. I try. I feel like I don't get a chance though. I feel as if I'm losing something I desperately need, yet something I never had.
It is raining outside, a black rain in a midnight blue sky. Water ripples quietly on the shore of the lake, and trees rustle in the the cool wind. I'm on my knees staring up into the sky, into the rain and the blackness. I'm asking a thousand questions and every raindrop is an answer. I'm praying and every gust of wind is a mocking response. Heaven's inverted and hell walks the earth. Dark clouds part to reveal an thick black starless sky. The answers stop falling. All hope fades, every last demented strand of it. The lake dries up and vanishes. The trees wilt, fall, and decompose. Sandy tendrils reach from the lake bed and wrap themselves around me, holding me, drying me out. My soul is drawn from me like poison from a wound, and it too evaporates. The fingers of sand reach around me, caressing me, and finally, achingly, I crumble into dust.
Voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time
The night is my companion, solitude my guide
Would I spend forever here, and not be satisfied?
Every day is shot through with mocking hope towards an impossible goal. Each morning Dawn draws a blank canvas, but each day is the same, only written on by the same hand in slightly different manners. It doesn't matter what happens by now until it happens, and I know it won't.
Into this night I wander- it's morning that I dread
Another day of knowing of the path I fear to tread
Into the sea of waking dreams I fall without pride
Because nothing stands between us here
and I won't be denied...
I can't stand knowing what I could have. I don't want to see what I don't have. It's not like I'm in physical danger, but emotionally it's tearing me apart. I can't see the world anymore for what it is, only what I want it to become. Nothing is ever perfect, not even for a moment. I don't understand this anymore, I don't understand this life. Every time I seem to find something, I lose it. I've lost it so many times now I can't look at anything with a clear eye. I'm lost in the stupidity of hope, of actually thinking maybe I could love. I try. I feel like I don't get a chance though. I feel as if I'm losing something I desperately need, yet something I never had.
It is raining outside, a black rain in a midnight blue sky. Water ripples quietly on the shore of the lake, and trees rustle in the the cool wind. I'm on my knees staring up into the sky, into the rain and the blackness. I'm asking a thousand questions and every raindrop is an answer. I'm praying and every gust of wind is a mocking response. Heaven's inverted and hell walks the earth. Dark clouds part to reveal an thick black starless sky. The answers stop falling. All hope fades, every last demented strand of it. The lake dries up and vanishes. The trees wilt, fall, and decompose. Sandy tendrils reach from the lake bed and wrap themselves around me, holding me, drying me out. My soul is drawn from me like poison from a wound, and it too evaporates. The fingers of sand reach around me, caressing me, and finally, achingly, I crumble into dust.
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