Who will guard these hills
Those which are abandoned.
Those which are exhausted.

Everything is falling, can you see it
Awareness will come slow, if at all.


I knew it would come, when everything is falling
It is too late to rebuild these walls


this self created bliss has destroyed everything true,
When truth was the rise of the first gentian.
They do not know what they seek,

So who could expect such grand repose
When all wisdom ends in nothing,
Who chooses what will be truth?


It feels as though there is a saw resting on these bones,


Behind this flesh
Lies an anemic frame
Like brittle bones, snap,

It echoes for days

I regret everything I ever promised,

In this coil, endlessly falling to nothing
As we think, we are all that exist
Learning now, that this truth, now is nothing