abeautifuldescent

To dream is the most essential part of being, For being without dreaming is akin to a life without breathing.

Drowning in this silence   How it fills this room so awkwardly. As I am sitting here, alone.   Uncomfortably waiting. May somebody, please, break this phase. For I am searching for an answer.   And I am seeking amends for all, All that I am holding   Deep inside of my heart, Therein lies a furious burning   Like a thousand suns. (Consuming my faith in you) So unfair, but so true   The way your lying eyes touch me coldly I stand, barely, bleeding   You are the storm front upon a summer sky The darkness that seizes all light   A cold, frost bitten w

You bend me.           Confine me to this blue space I could never find before. These pieces (to complete the picture of my life).           Openness  vitality.                                                  We try. We reach out to the broken. So why?        

I can feel you breathing. I can feel you breathing. I can feel you breathing, faintly. And I'll never turn away. I'll never turn away. I'll never turn away, again. On the threshold of life, Where it inevitably meets seams with Death, I'll hold you closely now. Just hang on, for me, tonight. For me, for me. Please breathe. For me, for me. Keep breathing, deeply. I can feel you fading, don't. I can't feel you anymore.

When my words are the same, bury me. I have nothing left to say, so let this fade. For these stars will burn out, and the rain will seize the day. Set these skies ablaze; this is what it is to come apart. Your lies are scars which I cannot ignore. Like razors, they cut deep into me. They tear straight through my wretched flesh. Fade me away, a little more with each passing day. I don't sympathize, I realize. Just rip my soul from out of me. Rip the soul from out of me. For I am not here anyway. I've fucking gone and slipped away. So just bury me... Bury me. Bury me.

I feel you, my past laid out before me. All that I was and all that I am. This is me - A living and breathing human tragedy, Though I don't seethe. I am serene. It is in my fondest of memories, Those, oh, so beautiful summer evenings Adorned by the taut grace of a cool dusk breeze. Freedom and peace in a moment I keep for me. Wistful, I am; for today is unlike all of those yesterdays. I feel you, still; in my most saccharine of dreams. A poignant sense of relief, the blood streams Paint a brilliant red portrait of me. Life and Death, at odds with all of the rest, But not with me, you see. I have found the truth behind this mys

Beyond those distant eyes, echoes reside. Up here, high above the world tonight, Let a solemn cry fly. Expel the pain of a distant mind. Sigh. May there lie a solace in peace after life. Through those distant eyes, a mind's eye spies Cursed to be ailing and colorblind, Only to interpret in gray, black, white. Forlorn! Benighted by such an abject demise, Obscured from the pure aesthetics of this life, Of a beauty so bold, it could replenish one's sight And find true love, and blissfully live again. For resilience in such distant times, Is where new life begins.

She held the world to her lips As she danced to its melody. How sweet her movements were. Like the fresh, dying leaves Caught within a crisp autumn breeze. Her grace, so deep In peace, I lay beneath. An existence outside of everything else, My thoughts are drowned out. She is beautiful. She is hope. She laid her coffee-stained eyes upon my heart Melting it into an ocean of chocolate smiles. Sing to me what you could make of me. Be the raging fire in the hearth of my soul. Then she let the world free fall, Sending it crashing violently to the leaf-laden ground Shattering all that I had bothered to ponder. Frozen in time, my eyes scanned the