The Existence

The Existence

In the eclipse of a memory, where dust is still falling,

There remains a voice, long since lost, that is still calling,

Like a blast from the past, never shaken into reality.

There is it again.  Who could this be?

From the wreckage of a life,

I walk as a tall, dark, gruesome stranger.

The ghosts of yesterday are at mirth with killing strangers.

Like three blinded mice, or three no evil monkeys,

A vision has appeared to blow a kiss and set the love inside me free.

Now the passions of love crash into my life like a tsunami.

A believer is reborn upon the sands of destiny

And from the great ocean of time, there crawls a beast of burden;

Work done, journey taken, snake ridden through the forsaken,

With their green eyes of loneliness forever spitting lies.

Alas, they shall miss, but continue they will for they are bitter chimes,

Of a grand-mother clock ticking the last tock of its life.

As its world crumbles into dust, into dust…

The gates are sealed shut.

Chains reaffirmed;

The sentence has been passed…

There will be no return.

Forever banished into a heart of stone;

Locked up, locked inside; locked away.

No key thrown,

To a life without truth;

Simply goodbyes.

My wings are an echo of misrememberings and old wishes.

I am empathetic to your plight,

But stone cold silence is my only mistress.

All spoken words are heat seekers, sending love/hate into every soul;

Even those without light, who only crave gold,

Can be heard to softly whimper at what they could have had,

If they just took a chance.

If only you took a real shot at romance.

Love is no angel riding in on a horse called Silver.

All I see are phantoms of angels;

Truly serpents of slither.

Through all of our minds are the twines of their path;

We are connection, we are rejection,

They never looked back at the chaos they caused,

As they passed through our lives like we were The Doors

And now we are one of many;

One too many had to fall…

And so we are done.

So we are gone.

Ashes to quick dashes.

Priceless and none.

Upon this deathbed I sleep alone.

I was a king of fools…

You displaced me from my throne.

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