Fragmentation

Lacrimatic rain pouring upon me.
I find myself trapped within.
Darkness the enemy
Myself too far lost to exist as its opponent.
The cage made of ashes
The ashes exist as a reminder of the failed.

Slowly I rest my head down upon the bed of roses
The roses that I have plucked from the bushes
They surround me
They carry such a sweet smell
The smell is a poison it fills my lungs

I find myself choking upon the happiness within
The happiness that seems not to belong
The happiness that remains unable to escape
For there is no happiness allowed in hell

Inside where the lost belong there are thousands a razor blade
Existence only found upon the edges
A fine balance where heaven and hell war for the middle ground
Irony in the fact
Hell being derived of heaven
Belief in one another heaven visible from hell

Tangible is the torture in a place where tangibility is impossible
I find that forever takes but a second to pass
And with eternity racing by us any mistake may be fatal
Promise me you’ll try to leave me behind
Because I have elected hell right into myself
Why have I gone blind? Living out a lie.

The lie is you.
I know not of your existence
The only way out is to relentlessly maintain my guard
I cannot die forgotten
I pray forgiveness for I stand here and looking down I can see the bottom

The rain
The Darkness
The cage
The roses
The poison

These are the things that create a world
The world is vast and it exists within me upon the razors edges
The great heart of things rises and sets angrily above them
It shines down in all its hateful glory reigning in its crimson sheath
Such a vast expanse within the finite existence of a human

Here there is no emotion
For there is no continuum
Without constancy one cannot win
One cannot advance one is forced always to return

Its is then that I awake

Lacrimatic rain pouring upon me.
I find myself trapped within.
Darkness the enemy
Myself too far lost to exist as its opponent.
The cage made of ashes
The ashes exist as a reminder of the failed.

Slowly I rest my head down upon the bed of roses
The roses that I have plucked from the bushes
They surround me
They carry such a sweet smell
The smell is a poison it fills my lungs

It is now that I die again.
It’s the inner death that plagues me not the disease
I fall into myself deeper and deeper
The fall maddening for the exists for me no sudden stop
There is no second death
Only an endless fall through the fragmented existence upon the razors

Each existence as equally real as the next
A tumult of moments
Setting suns
Glowing moons
Shining stars
Roaring cannons
Severed limbs
Blood soaked friends
Wounds
Death before my eyes

With eyes shut tight
The needle pierces and they are fixed permanently
Blindness again, the cycle continues
Appearing upon the backs of my eyelids
You
The visage
The lie
The madness

I hear your voice
A shattered scream, a former comfort no more now than a torturing reminder
The gaps grow greater and greater in their distance
Lost is my soul
Desperately my heart scavenges the plain for it
Filling every crevice with its crimson glow
Driven further and further forward by will
Till as all things the great heart must set as the sun
As the heart lay itself down into the ashen earth of the lost inside
The soul is found
Forever at the feet of the great beating sun
The buried beaconed by the beating
Forever lost to the will, forever doomed to repeat.

Lacrimatic rain pouring upon me.