In the midst of these crying walls
past and presence formed,
yet memories were never kept alive.
If they were to, they'd
swallow every bit of hope.
A day to see light rise.
Watch paint spread under the tyrian sky.
Feeding on ascending
rays.
Carried by emotion. A day to be.
But inside was a thundering rage.
A merciless storm under tranquillized
control.
Bearable silence until the unbearable awoke.
Lived in this nightmare, this prideless coffin,
buried below, but not below
ground.
Between the cracks, observed a hopeless destiny.
The guardian, the lock, the detestec lack of
possibility.
Devouring effect.
Called beyond this life, beyond this god.
Screeches echoed in apathic surroundings,
only to
reach who he didn't call.
So in the midst of these crying walls
past and presence formed,
yet memories were never kept
alive.
It they were to, they'd swallow every bit of hope.
A day to see light rise.