Music

It brings you back,

Back to when times were simpler,

When time itself didn't exist.

Mindfulness was forever apparent,

You didn't think to care about the world around you.

It was forever imprinted in your heart,

The memories of that song.

Find peace with it

Because it goes back

A time when you thought you mattered

When you felt like the world was made for you,

Fill its emptiness with your radiant personality.

It may fill you with sadness as well,

But the fact that it instills a sense of emotion no mortal can convey,

It is worth more to us than anyone can fathom. 

The Cocoon

It was a cold, dreary day,
As he stared out of the window,
He could only focus on his reflection.

An old soul trapped in a cocoon.
As the iciness chewed at his cheeks,
He felt alone.

Nothing in this world could fix his utter depression.
As the angels crept over his shoulders,
He lightly nudged them away like
Flies perching on his body.

He had seen Darkness slowly take,
Withering away all that was whole in his world.

The man tried so hard in his life to seek happiness,
Seek the comradery,
But the cocoon never budged.

You see,
There are some people who deserve this treatment,
Not because they particularly want to,
But by the grace of life itself,
Death is the gospel with which he lived by.

Death will free his body from utter desolation.
He excepts his fate,
He has to,
For it is God's will.

The Absence of Love

He feels so invisible,
Nothing flows,
Only time and space exist.
No emotion is conveyed,
Pointless remarks
Weave the tapestries of meaninglessness.
We live in a system,
Where no imagination,
No rays of light,
Penetrate our failing unities.

If Love could only see.
If She could only peek her slumbering eyes
For once into his soul.
If She could undo the shackles
Held by darkness.

Love can only be fulfilled
Through the showing of fear,
And its recognition.
We are so focused on
Hiding this emotion,
The second it appears,
He is shunned by the soul,
Her very essence is filled with disgust.

Oh why,
Why must Love flee her cradle,
Why must it flow like the wind...

I could feel her once,
I could feel the warmness.
The very question of her grasp slowly fading
Was never apparent.

She would convey a sense of purpose,
She would close the icy gates.
She would find my deepest emotions,
And eradicate my fears and doubts.
She would fill my empty cup...

But now,
She has fled me for the last time.
It is easier to satisfy the serpent,
Then to have it gnaw at your feat.
She must scrutinize that,
Evil should not be feared,
For it is inevitable for all,
As we comb the fields of Reaper's playground...