 At the foot of an oak where from dirt we were formed;
To the height of its branches, temptation unwarned.  At the foot of an oak where from dirt we were formed;
To the height of its branches, temptation unwarned.  Follow me now into the deepest reaches of our tomb;
Wait for the light to fade and for the darkness to consume.  Can you feel your bound wrists fail to give you peace;
As we wander on the roadside, invisible in the streets.  I can feel the onset of these thoughts I can't deny;
As I carry out my last wishes, on which I used to rely.  Worth built on falsehood where devastation has reigned from its seat;
Reevaluate the source of your hatred before you too succumb to deceit.  Fold and file me away, like the clothes in a drawer;
To be lost beneath the shuffle, forgotten and unworn.  To have chosen to lose with every word I have drawn;
I've begun to confuse motions with the markings on the lawn.  Insecurities persist, I cannot defeat them for you;
Erasing the past, we forget what we once knew.  Minutes of vanity serving decades of hate;
Open the shades here before it's too late.  The features of these hills where we have come to die;
The emptiness of our souls has left us all alive.  This way of life is unsustainable, though I know I have no choice;
I won't forget the dreams that pave my sleep, make nothing of my voice.  Unearthly whispers leading into deceit;
To discover their wisdom is to surpass our defeat.  Final hours passing by, with this we do contend;
The greater struggles fall away in our effort to ascend.  As the glacial earth turns older, the seas begin to part;
The stars glow brighter, and they pause to leave their mark.  The droning voice that is always there;
The weight of a dying heart is too much to bear. Canon 5D Mark II + Sigma 20mm f/1.4 Art 20mm, f/1.4, ISO 6400, 10sec shutter  Accidental steps in the way of the light;
Pausing now and then to distract the night.  In my memories you appear and again you have left;
Leaving hallways to echo the grace of your steps.  Ringing in my ears as the sunlight returns;
This traitor is a burden in whatever he learns.  Just as it was long ago in the photograph we kept,
In frozen pallor you stand before me; As you spoke without meaning for a moment in time, In all your broken majesty, what does it matter now?  Breathing slows as the night sets in;
For the weight of the dark grows heavy in the light of what has been.  Having thrown away all my fear and discarded my cover;
I've lost sight of where I'm going and I belong here no longer. |
