Grey, white, black... it's all the same to me.
March 26th 2009 14:22
Grey
The gravel beneath my feet might very well
Feel the needless weight of the life I feel.
There is no more walking to the grave I see.
I just stand here, without the care to move on.
Since when did the dark waters of my mind
Turn into the grey cloud of rishing ashes?
Somewhere I ask, "why did I not move quicker?"
"Where did the funeral march stop so soon?"
A life of regret that feeds my remorse.
There are so many things I wish never came.
The birth of my mother, the concieving of me.
The feel of the heavens now crashing.
Just feeds the thought of hope in tomorrow.
The sweet isolated kiss of suicide.
But it never comes for I stopped moving.
The affliction of this personal decision
Takes no specific form that my mind can find.
So it can now be said to all that will hear it
I betrayed the oracle, who spoke into my mind.
I betrayed the one, who made me who I am.
26/2/09
Levi Siegmann
White
I wonder if you're suffering as the night draws nigh
For I know how it changes me in the groves of eternity.
The black twisted trees scratch out the stars of the sky
Blinding the stratosphere so it can no more blaze glory.
If only the sunrise lasted through our whole life's sway
The ever growing brightness never finding itself a peak.
But every morning feels more like yesterday's carcass
Just never letting go with hands of lifeless rigor mortis.
This much shifting of my mind says that white is the feeling.
I don't even think that I can try to explain what that means.
The entire soliloquy that opens up before my thought's edge
Couldn't understand the purity that it found through indestinct dark.
So are you corroding inside this world ablaze with the void?
Do we share the shape of an obscure haze in misunderstanding?
27/2/09
Levi Siegmann
Black
The trees around me blaze to life
Shadows whipping past at a deadly pace
As the light of life rapidly passes by.
I do not miss it for I know not what it was.
In the surrounding silence I weep my bitter tears
Oh, how I wish that all the suns would cease.
As each day passes quicker than the last
The speed of white savagely blinding me
To the growing darkened nights of new.
And if a noise does pierce this realm
It brings an anger that haunts me still.
So for the times when the orb of the sky sleeps
Let me drown alone in the quiet stream of black.
28/2/09
Levi Siegmann
The gravel beneath my feet might very well
Feel the needless weight of the life I feel.
There is no more walking to the grave I see.
I just stand here, without the care to move on.
Since when did the dark waters of my mind
Turn into the grey cloud of rishing ashes?
Somewhere I ask, "why did I not move quicker?"
"Where did the funeral march stop so soon?"
A life of regret that feeds my remorse.
There are so many things I wish never came.
The birth of my mother, the concieving of me.
The feel of the heavens now crashing.
Just feeds the thought of hope in tomorrow.
But it never comes for I stopped moving.
The affliction of this personal decision
Takes no specific form that my mind can find.
So it can now be said to all that will hear it
I betrayed the oracle, who spoke into my mind.
I betrayed the one, who made me who I am.
26/2/09
Levi Siegmann
White
I wonder if you're suffering as the night draws nigh
For I know how it changes me in the groves of eternity.
The black twisted trees scratch out the stars of the sky
Blinding the stratosphere so it can no more blaze glory.
If only the sunrise lasted through our whole life's sway
The ever growing brightness never finding itself a peak.
But every morning feels more like yesterday's carcass
Just never letting go with hands of lifeless rigor mortis.
This much shifting of my mind says that white is the feeling.
I don't even think that I can try to explain what that means.
The entire soliloquy that opens up before my thought's edge
Couldn't understand the purity that it found through indestinct dark.
Do we share the shape of an obscure haze in misunderstanding?
27/2/09
Levi Siegmann
Black
The trees around me blaze to life
Shadows whipping past at a deadly pace
As the light of life rapidly passes by.
I do not miss it for I know not what it was.
In the surrounding silence I weep my bitter tears
Oh, how I wish that all the suns would cease.
As each day passes quicker than the last
The speed of white savagely blinding me
To the growing darkened nights of new.
And if a noise does pierce this realm
It brings an anger that haunts me still.
So for the times when the orb of the sky sleeps
Let me drown alone in the quiet stream of black.
28/2/09
Levi Siegmann
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