Out of focus

Need to get a grip

So you don't slip

Into the realm

Of lifelessness

As you crawl through

The debris of the past



Feebly arise to one knee

Inhaling the treachery

Bearing witness to the actions you've chosen

Closed mouth, unspoken

The fallen one



Sometimes you hate yourself

And everyone else

Go ahead and hate yourself

For not awakening your dreams

And nightmares



Screams to an immortal one

Supposed only son

Never sees the tears in your eyes

Never hears the ungodly cries

Behind the mask that you've worn

Bitter and scorned



Hourglass and mournful stillness

A tribute to sorrows passing

As time drips in endless

Melancholy and gruesome recollections



Through depths you've fallen

Unsurmountable odds of ascension

Succumbed by fathoms

Washed adrift, suspended in grief

Never to lift your filthy spirit



Soul cleanse, blank the imagery

It must be nice to have

The burden of thought

Whisked away

And let astray