Out of focus
Need to get a grip
So you don't slip

Into the realm
Of lifelessness
As you crawl through

The debris of the past

Feebly arise to one knee

Inhaling the treachery
Bearing witness to the actions you've chosen
Closed mouth, unspoken

The fallen one

Sometimes you hate yourself

And everyone else
Go ahead and hate yourself
For not awakening your dreams

And nightmares

Screams to an immortal one

Supposed only son
Never sees the tears in your eyes
Never hears the ungodly cries

Behind the mask that you've worn
Bitter and scorned


Hourglass and mournful stillness
A tribute to sorrows passing
As time drips in endless

Melancholy and gruesome recollections

Through depths you've fallen

Unsurmountable odds of ascension
Succumbed by fathoms
Washed adrift, suspended in grief

Never to lift your filthy spirit

Soul cleanse, blank the imagery

It must be nice to have
The burden of thought
Whisked away

And let astray