On the Rocks

Comatose in symphonic yellow grins,
brushed by,
fate consumed,
eternity looms so near,
yet,
only the breathing of an angel,
bears my naked sins,
cold against the skin,
the ice is getting thin.

somehow broken promises,
permeate the void,
I am forbidden to speak,
lost in thought,
a dream of sorrow,
a glass of wine,
and all feels longer,
better,
but only temporary.

suddenly clouds part,
and nothing exists,
peaceful as the rhymic siren,
singing to the winds,
and I know,
oh I know,
the whispers of tomorrow,
have laid seige upon today.

Without a justified reason,
the knife feels so empty,
laying in my hands,
take this from me,
a need beyond doubt,
death serves no purpose,
to postpone happiness.

yellow lillies laid upon the grave,
A tear for the loss,
a smile for the memories,
I dream in darkness,
Sleep without time,
The comatose lie,
That I have lived,
Seems to finally come to an end.

Maybe next time,
I'll give in again.