So, we wake
from the dream.
The end of an era.
Hope, it's such a
frightening thing
that keeps you alive
as the tiger slowly
gnaws at your limbs.
But, the heart
that is weary,
ripped out of its home,
now
knows full well,
it's time to stop beating
to the rhythm of a song
that's no longer playing.
So, we'll know tomorrow.
What's there left to fear?
My spirit, anaesthetized by time,
has already let you go.
Anything's better than this limbo,
it's time to stop singing
Deception's sweet lullaby.
Peel away the putrid veil
and restore the bleeding inner eye.
How do you say "I'll miss you"
To a person you hardly know?
An emotion that seems
a figment of the imagination.
Seek solace in the fact that
moments together were few
and words spoken, trivial.
Only a brief scent of the perfume
that lingers from the wearer who casts
but a shadow that does not abide.
Mired in the swamp
of inexplicable misery,
Luxuriating, immobile
in
the slow swirl.
Not even trying to get out.
Waiting for something.
What?
A crocodile?
Come on, drown!
But it's too shallow.
Can't put the head under the water,
Not made of that
sort of stern
stuff.
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