these walls come down
building up in my eyes
a strange new game
born out of the rubble
carelessness inside this
it can’t hide within this
anymore or anywhere
else for that matter
sometime has come
someone i once was
has gone forever into you
since that day
your forgiveness is unwanted
i don’t want it anymore
i can’t hide myself
it just doesn’t matter anymore
i had tried to live
this world of games
too long too much too little too late
that test is over, failed
and now i rise out of the ashes of me
a ghost for all to see
shimmering in and out
made of this crude nomatter
Journey for a Thousand Miles
by Kasey
Once in a dream, there was a roaring ocean;
Once in a dream, there lay a sandy beach;
Once in a dream, there stood a shimmering palace-
One thousand miles from my present whereabouts.
It was to be our shelter, our haven from society;
You, hand in hand, joined me on my journey.
We paraded through endless days and sleepless nights;
We traveled through raging monsoons and the scorching sun.
Three hundred sixty five days into our future;
We reached our sanctuary-
When out from the heavens above, appeared merciless children, Angels of Death-
Thieves of Life.
I pleaded for life, begged for their mercy-
But I had loss.
Within a breath, you were swept away into the heavens,
supported by those sinister creatures, those ruthless angels,
Thieves of Life.
Not only did those merciless children rob your last breath,
but they took mine too.
I wallowed in grief and misery;
My shimmering palace, our sanctuary, entered evanescence
as everything that could possibly be lovely did.
I could see no light, I could see no flowers;
I was blind to the beauty of life-
I developed eyesight to only those of sin and vice.
Our journey for a thousand miles was all that I had;
and when we reached our destination; I entered devastation.
Three hundred sixty five days later,
I awoke to the realization that I was not living in a dream;
If I pinched myself, it would hurt;
If I cried, my eyes would water.
I am never going to wake up, to wake up and wrap my entire
soul in the consolation that there were never any
Angels of Death, Thieves of Life.
That there was never a beach, and there was never an ocean,
There was never a palace, and there was never
a journey for a thousand miles.
I truly was blind to the lovely.
I could only see those of sin and vice.
I was forced to awake to the realization that my soul had died
the day those merciless children robbed you from my heart.