From Glass To Crystal

A Final Note

Unknown Date

What's that knot untangling ever slowly? Maybe a piece of art has simply unveiled itself? Is it from a dream you burned away? Or so-simply, I had now extinguished?
From what I could remember, released from the mouth, were the whispers of a man who had subsided me. Escaped from my left, he said it so softly, any emotion welded my insides shut. Fading away the agony, and inserting the broken pieces, I dread the words which had collapsed my very core.

"I don't understand".

You have finally seen the birth of nothing. 

From the bottom, where lights flicker from a mind's blight. You wait and notice an everflow of color, washing away the sense of how you've ever believed me, or felt pain, to which you say, "You never cared to repute, have you?" You can't hear me from within deluded thoughts. So, I envy you this, "What does it mean for a man to wait, on the end of childlike dreams, dear friend?" Well, you're sorry to disappoint me, so I must observe your muddy waters from afar, where I perturb the sediment below us.

Something's hidden I might ask, as you hid it without question, without the knowledge of the trusting, or the foresight of the weak. Something had dug from a rot of putrid stink. It lies deeper than we know, waiting for a chance to yell out your name, who under centuries of stone, has copper walls surrounding this canid, as she's yet to run out of breath, waiting for years, for a dire taste of your tongue. I do not remember, for when I pry for this particular answer, you gave me no hint, or detail, to help me understand the complexity that is the human mind. 

I try to help you, but you gave me no wait, for all you'd led astray, is no place to forgive the ones around you, whom they'd regret suffer. You have always been stubborn, so I give you no choice to stay, confined in a space where you'll never run, hide, or shine without guide. I can only give you a ray of waning transmit, a reminder of a dwindling candlelight, fading out, while dying slowly.

I can see you fade, "...Justin", just fade.

You can hear the whisper of a woman from a slow decay, as she questions her own morality, just like you do, or as I do.