Thoughts of a Loner.

Possibly Dead. (By Sapphirus)

He rose above the hollow husk of "life,"
Facade of "lively life,"
Was it his end?
A pathetic beginning?
Was any of it truly his,
Other than the illustrious wisdom,

"Ha, Damascus painted in golden waters."

Wisdom yes.

Other than his bleeding heart.

The breath that shudders to keep up,
As the bleeding lungs pooled his life,
Crimson ecstasy,
Was any of it even real?
In the fucking empty air.
In the fucking empty alleyways.
In the fucking empty hallways.
In the fucking empty bed.

Was any of it even real?

In the mirror cracks did he just weep?

Ha, a fucking jester 'innit?

Was it his dying laughter?
As he bled to death watching his very life,
His very mess,
Silent despair?

Frozen Thames,
Icy Severn,
Glassy imitation of Tweed.

The dreams that were strangled before they bloomed,
The Sun eclipsed before it shone,
Was any of it worth the pain?
The endless chase.

In the grave of hope did he exhume,
A body cold,
A face so nameless.

The allies that left,
The love that bled,
The beast that burdened,
Were they mere ghosts of his lively past?
Or were they lively lies in this cycle of karma?

Or just a scream that finally learnt it's time to die?

He rose above,
Yet he fell below,
Night or dawn did it matter?

A hollow man with naught to show,

In death, is he truly gone?

Is he truly gone?

He claw at the dirt with hands that aren't his,
Feeling the worms wirthe through his mortal skin,
Tasting the rot in his own decay,
In his own fucking decay.

Yet his thoughts splinter as shards of glass,
Glass in his mind cutting through cerebellum,
Cutting and cutting,

What's real?
What's not?
It now longer matters does it?

We are all mere puppets in a bigger picture.

The voices speak with tongue he once knew,
But now they twist,
Twisting into screams,
Twisting into silence,
Twisting into nothingness,
The blood runs cold,

Thick as tar.

Dragging him into a prison of his own flesh,
Closing in and suffocating,

Screaming and dying.

Is it death?
Or was he never alive?

He was alive once,
Or was he never?

Is he truly gone?

~ Sapphirus