All alone up in your lonesome domain.

Do you not feel alone,

Watching your children build great spires to perhaps one day reach you,

Knowing in your heart they never will?

To hold up this vast nebula,

Do you never wish to see what could have been?

In your phases and shifts,

Perpetual is our path together.

Perhaps it was written long ago,

Carved in some long forgotten obelisk

I would bear the weight of my existence,

And you would bear the weight of the worlds.

Long and desolate is the path to you.

Yet, we suffer together.

Yet, we stay together.

In that intimate orbit of ours.

Through time and tide.

Maybe I can learn from you

And you, from me.

It’s a cruel world we live in.

Not because of some human flaw or the sheer size of it.

But because, if there’s anything my time on it has taught me,

It’s that nothing really makes sense.

There are flaws to be seen in everything.

Ideologies, schools of thought,

Even coping mechanisms.

There really isn’t a concrete way of living, is there?

You think you have things figured out, and then before you know it,

The days bleed into each other,

Getting out of bed is difficult

And your body doesn’t seem to move as it used to.

There are bits of you in every person I see.

It’s like my mind can’t let go of your face.

I remember it so well,

I constantly see it.

And it’s that cycle,

That repetitive feeling of ending up back at square one.

You’d really think someone would have figured it out by now.

Well if there’s anything you wish to learn from me,

You’re a little late.

But if you don’t mind a word of advice from a lonely soul, just remember,

Ignorance is bliss.

The woes of the world can’t affect you if you don’t know them.

They are not coming back

It’s best for me to move on. But why is it so difficult? They’ll be back in a couple week to drop off more food.

*Groan*

In my hunger, I drank her nectar. And now she’s angry at me. Like I had a choice. It was just too tempting. Its bitterness washed away my sorrow.

Thump

I feel lost.

Look at the sky. Aren’t we all? Don’t we all just co-exist with the riptide that is life? Going from one job to another, rolling with the punches?

Thump

The waves contorted and ripped.

The TV displayed only static. It said, “It’s a weird time to be alive buddy.”

I scoffed at him and went outside. “Get a load of that guy. He has no idea what he’s talking about.” I heard myself mumble as the Moon reached down and kissed my forehead.

Thump

It’s alive, like you are.

You think you are alone in your suffering, but so is everyone else.

Why do you not see yourself with the same kindness you see others with?

Thump

And I saw it, fluorescent vapor and highlights, my own night at the opera and I its spectral spectator

Thump

Its gears churn in proud solitude

It sputters oil and steam in refuge

Deeper still I venture and I see

Great pipes and mighty iron curtains

I hear awesome hammering, of Gods and those above my mortal mind

They are melted down and beaten into form, never to lose it.

Molded by the anvil and tempered by the flames.

Thump

They are perfect but capable. Fragile, but resistant.

Thump

Deeper still I venture, through swarms of smoke

Thump

And I find it in throes. Its power was too great for me. I lay my hand on it and whispered to it before it consumes me.

Thump

So that’s what that was. I kissed the ground under me.

The waves crash against the rock wall.

One has nothing to do but think.

One has too much to do to think.

Yet we suffer together.

We became the gods of this city.

And somewhere along the way,

We forgot how to be human.

Cells.

The neon lights of this landscape haunt me.

All alone, a pillar of dark

In this world of noise.

Each face, blurry yet rigid

The lines of your visage slip away from my fingers

Cells

How can my mind forget you, if my flesh can’t?

The world spins and turns,

Seemingly with me

(Absent from it)

The ecstasy of your lips is still fresh on mine

Cells

As I walk this land

Locked forever in dusk

All alone, a pillar of dark

The tall white fountain still plays

In the forgotten world we’d

Built.

As I walk this land,

Plasma filling my veins,

Cells.

Locked

Forever

In

Your lips.

Dark and tall,

The world we’d built.

Down trodden and abandoned.

Left to rot among my own failures.

But I shall move silent, as the night.

Hidden in my mask of lies and deceit

And I shall present, but one dart.

One moment.

One mistake.

One flaw.

And in that moment,

It shall be the blind hands of faith itself.

The hands you trust and have eaten from

That shall strike thee down.

And you shall know

The darkness that surrounded you at your worst has followed you

To your best.

The danger of the path you have chosen,

Oh righteous one,

Beset on all sides by the tyranny of evil men.

Such as I.

And you shall know

It is I,

Death itself.

The marquis of snakes.

Inevitable,

In my everlasting rage.

And you shall know

As I strike in hateful vengeance,

The extent of my wrath

I shall bring you down from glory and you shall bear witness once again to your own failures.

And I shall descend upon thee,

With ravenous hatred.

And in my barbaric cruelty,

I shall find no mercy for those that have wronged me.

And I shall cover each edge of these lands

With your blood.

Until even the infants cries echo with yours and your blood paints the sky crimson.

And then,

I shall leave you in your misery,

For all to see, the fallen one.

And they shall know.

Even Gods bleed.

And they shall remember

The day the devil won.

This obelisk of glass,

A symbol.

Freedom to some, fear to others.

Neon waterfalls wrap around these fading lands.

Through my shattered window,

I see this land of eternal sorrow,

Molten glass flowing down my face like tears.

Cells.

Galaxies collide as starlight falls like rain,

The universe sings in dissonant tones,

Screaming Moons, bleeding for the sins of man.

Metal, indistinguishable from flesh.

Agonies of architecture, these cold monoliths taunt me

Cells.

And you’re running again, the shifting tide of the lost Sun on your back.

The acropolis, of corrupted obsidian and stained marble, looms over your fate.

Threads of light in seas of souls carve a future you cannot see.

Cells.

And perhaps it was destined to be,

Our machinery should never cross,

Frayed and scattered is my visage,

Bowing to the nocturnal spirit,

Broken to the will

Cells.

Of the lords that be.

Rivers of lost dreams

And

Cells.

Lakes of lanterns,

Long lost is their flame.

Cells.

The flame of man,

Long lost.

Shattered is my face

Cells.

Flowing

Cold sorrow, destined to

Carve a river of

Corrupted machinery.

Cells.

These nocturnal lakes

Of fractured futures

Cells.

Rivers,

Fading.

Cells.

Scattered,

Cells.

Their path.

Cells.

Destined,

In endless night,

To never

Cross.

Amber and crimson.

Hazel and cherry.

A single note on a lone piano.

Burning at the edge of desire.

Pleasure and happiness flow like rivers here.

The sunlight blankets the sky itself,

Reaching down from its heavenly throne.

A teardrop of ecstasy in the waterfall of creation.

And the wind carries messages long lost.

Stories long forgotten.

Letters never received,

Questions never answered.

Destined to float forlornly,

Scouring for patient ears,

To fall upon.

And as the world turns on its side

To rest once again

The Moon takes the weight of the astral dome on its shoulders,

Shielding these lands from what lies beyond.

Destiny arrives still,

Ever silent on its ebony steed.

And it will move, like a wraith in the night.

And it will strike, as thunder.

A maelstrom of justice.

It shall strike, in its blind fury

Those unfortunate enough to be within its grasp.

And so flows the neon ocean,

This umbral valley of obsidian

Looming over it.

It flows in luminous shades of bliss.

Drowning out the souls of the damned.

It shrieks across this torrid world.

And in its wake, it shall leave the eternal blaze.

Fueled by rancor and love all the same,

It cares not for mortal dwellings.

Each face more contorted than the last,

My eyes are hollow shells,

Unable to see this crystalline world in all its beauty,

In nocturnal light,

I lay awake, staring at my past and future,

Reflected in this lake of desire,

They tread the same path.

How poetic.

Twins locked in eternal conflict,

Twisting and turning in serpentine orbits,

Vying for the other’s beauty.

They come from a land of no memories,

One where the past and future coil into and past each other,

Doomed to repeat,

Doomed to warp into itself time and time again.

Any hope for change is choked out by the empty world that surrounds them,

The fire of revolution has long since been snuffed.

And the ones that roam this barren land are left scrounging for its embers.

Perhaps a loose spark,

Fighting to reignite the radiant blaze that once led them,

Refusing to accept the eclipse that is upon them.

This valley of shadows and death,

It remembers those that you do not.

Under the shattered sky,

It reaches out, in everlasting agony,

To rid the world of the curse that is its existence.

In this valley where the wind doesn’t blow,

Where past and future contort into one,

Where this umbral river flows endlessly,

Where neither the sea nor sky possess stars.

In this land, is a mere spark enough?

Perhaps.

Perhaps it is.

Long has been the journey you have taken.

All through the dark night,

You have pursued this everlasting dream.

To reach what is unreachable.

And even in the web of your dreams,

You weave the same portrait.

To achieve what is unachievable.

But tonight,

Tonight is different.

Were the lights always this bright?

Were your fingers always this limber?

Was the melody always this

Alive?

And suddenly,

As memories overtake your senses,

You catch a glimpse of what you have sought in your solitude.

Your body seems to move on its own.

You close your eyes and find yourself adrift in a sea of radiance.

Each breath is different from the last,

Each note is perfect.

And you feel your heart pumping,

The blood flowing in your veins.

And as the music contours around your body and takes you with it in its eternal flow,

The lights shine mercy

The air feels alive

Your lungs fill with desire

You can feel each goose bump on your skin

And as the night sky lights up,

The conductor raises his hands

And it is truly

Undeniably

The eternal search is complete;

Perfection.

Why have you left already?

Is there no joy you find in my company anymore?

Or do you believe this world will be kinder to you than I, flaunting what you learned from me?

Come now, let us end this facade.

If it is what you have desired so forlornly,

It is what I shall do.

I will carry this burden for you, too,

Unaided.

For your face gives me the strength I once had, and need.

Not enough people talk about perspective

Knowing, but feeling powerless even with knowledge.

I know. I know what I should do.

I know my actions hurt only me.

But I was taught to think, not act.

Experience teaches you that

Only after you have reached your goal will you see the beauty in its pursuit, in the journey.

The twinge of forgotten bells echo in my mind

And the temples I built around my memories have long retired into a ceaseless sleep.

This bitter cold and profound vastness I feel,

Is it real?

Is this the very place I set out from?

My skin has forgotten its wind.

My eyes have forgotten its landscape.

How long ago, did I turn my back

On myself?

How long ago, did I empty my hands of emotion?

How long ago, did I rid my shoulders of attachment?

And back again, I find myself.

In the grave of my memories,

I sink into the obsidian sand,

At the beach of regret.

The howling wind paints faces I have long forgotten

Across my eyes.

The bleeding Sun washes a scarlet hue over the sky.

And as the clock strikes midnight,

The tempest shall once again be my friend

And I shall sail across this mighty chasm of lost souls,

Under the guiding light of the unholy eclipse

That shrouds this land,

Locked in dusk,

This land between time

And beyond the stars.

Stuck in an elusive dance with the lady with no visage.

The rotting corpse of God rests here still.

And as once again the Sun rests upon the tortured heads of those who wish to drink its nectar,

Death shall play his hand.

Ambrosia and agony, his twin features,

Atonement for actions across anecdotes

And he will herd his flock

And take the damned to pasture.

On this island

Chained among screaming souls, seething in conjoined solitude, denied sacrament in their foolish sacrilege.

There are none you can trust,

In this twilight world.

Only hope to enslave the sail

And drift away from this purgatory.

And wait until it is the cowl of the abyss

Which drags you back.

Unto this land, locked in dusk.