thetrepidation

What was found by trial in the vastness of time Was patience, as an enduring force, Will break the spine of reason Locking my joints and I'm silent but thinking Epitaph written The mourner moves from the stone A long gaze writes more on the heart of the murderer Locked inside, under the weight of the flood My phantom hands ripping the perceived door above Dreaming of releasing the minds that keep me here The tear-stained eyes, often closed, Witness to the termination of the vessel, Starving for a vision, but no pain of thirst For remembrance of a body Seemingly lifted beyond I dare say transcended And a look down from above ca

Never far, catatonic, drifting towards a center, circling In the meantime, I can punish myself for the complacency I held Bury the needle inside, I'm stitching the mortal wound Embedding the sacred tumor, enshrining the statue of my desolation Fear that sedates me, understanding that cripples me A word, woven in an ethereal throat, coats the conscious Lengthens the arms of time Cradles me, takes me far from the divine Dark ruiner, show your face I'm not alone in your hate I was neglected when my voice pealed for help Silenced, I felt the warmth escape my blood Perspective slides around and through, my sight encompasses all I look

daystar pouring rays of blackest glimmering i am no longer afraid to interrupt the streams of conscious i will fall back to the new i see connection ahead the descent of color killing the horizon every being now one rows of pillars that fall and crack the sky is no more one day near  to mutilate the contageous disease we are not guides cannot tell the right sequencedo notrunrun thefalling  'sins frm a skyythat wasnotth ere will reeech understnaanidingjustc antttellwho issright and whois FALSE entirepopulation has nnothing to believe in dreaming is futile now but dreams are like blood blood runs liek water thatfalls ffrom th