Here is the pit

Where the bodies are stacked

From the endless battles

Son’s and daughters sent to the earth

No savior, no redeemer

Only the grasp of the earth

don’t want to head outside, and become swept away from the storm that is raging

To be drowned in God’s black tears, to become another body laid to the graves of Babel

I wish to escape what is happening around, but the fates have set their sacrifices to my placement here

So I’ll sit from the shattered window sill and watch the storm, biblical in measure, chaotic in humanity

In the summer, all those lies told take flight in the gleaming sky, soaring like dreams of better innocence

But when the winter comes, those lies roost in the trees, and the eyes see them

In that harsh chill, does the still honesty bring back those lies, and the truth roosts right next to your window

The sound of frustration reigns angelic, a hymn most familiar

Is it anger that will keep this back

these dark corridors that roam in your skull, house the things that trouble you most  

A gas lantern that is your only way, to see the path ahead. Winds try with their might to blow it out

How long before lighting that flame becomes a ritual, and progression is a faint scratch upon these doors

I’ve tried looking to the horizon

But it’s blocked by a smokestack

So I’ll stand here and rust

And just sleep, until I become nothing

The pain of losing, is never something you can adjust to
It’s always a knife into the veins, tiring your senses, bleeding your tears
It is only when you learn of the trials, do you know that it is natural, and sadly inevitable
But we must remain steady, for life does not stop in the blizzard for us
We must follow it’s footsteps
Or be lost

Shrouds follow the confused

Prey unaware to their fates

Walking to an unknown

That they never will see

Give me all your cosmos

For I need to get lost in eternity

To find something called

Happiness and stability

When the wind brushes against the windows, the sunlight halo settles on the green grass below it
There your voice will be, as subtle as the rain that falls in the evening grey, so calm and timid on the blades of the small churches
And when the wind goes away, the crunching of the dead leaves will be your steps, as you walk eternally through your wooded kingdom
You have become the princess of the forest, you have become the spirit of the animals, the protector of the trees
The flowers bloom as your eyes, the petals the color of your smile, the stem your arm reaching to hold me close
You have become the infinite universe, you have become the stream of life, that river which flows through all of our mortal bodies
Never will I see the sadness upon your face, for you will always be in the majesty of the pines, the grace of the weeping willows
The fox will be your words, the orange of it’s tail the hums you will sing all along through those woods
And when I find myself in the tendrils of darkness, weeping hollow tears into the palms of my hand
You will be the moon, shining on the crowns of the trees, singing me a midnight song in the silent solace