dusk to dust
dusk to dust
in consummate misery he lies,
tears fill the eyes but there’s no strength to cry.
dust the dust off the heavy tome,
not a page to guide him home.
visions of visions of visages and lies,
painting a picture of madness and sighs.
the venom permeates, permeates and paralyses,
the toxins blurring the real and the disguises.
he sees the mirage on the far side,
a thousand and one drops of water in a tide.
his heart the desert, dry and wasted,
not a single drop of liquid tasted.
let us become silhouettes when our bodies finally go.
let the shackles in our eyes reflect what we really know.
let the imprisoned people forever stay unfree.
let the sands of time flow by and still it’d be here and me.
27 minutes
27 minutes
27 minutes,
parts tear like leaves.
spirits fly like birds as time creeps by.
flash in and out,
the light comes on.
i turn to scream but there’s not a sound.
17 minutes,
remain still, unmoved.
but the locks within crying for the keys.
how would i have known,
and seen,
the uplifting winds that were to entrace me.
7 minutes,
the bell beckons,
that raging fire caresses me gently.
that engulfs, i sign my surrender.
consumed by all the hopes and fears,
i turn to scream but there’s not a sound.
the clock strikes 7,
the heartbeat stops as
this has to be some kind of heaven.
ghouls drift by and
brought me down,
as i crash without a sound.
the candlelight flickers,
it struggles, in its weakness finding strength.
just not to let it die.
and all that was left,
when all has left,
were 27 minutes of secrets and death.
