Authored: November 16, 2023

PROSE

What awaits us, oh hungry spirits? The din our own screams of madness escapes into Space. The blood of Hatreds, the maniacal yells pour forth from the cauldron. The cog that is Humanity, is slowly spinning down. Every conflict, every war, paralysis will take hold and oh, the great darkness that is the Ocean awaits us.

Prelude: [the pain of recalling memories of an empty existence]

Fading over time…if only I could just escape it.
Escape the snowfall on something which I won’t admit, I can’t admit without the shame.

What is there to say? It was my “I love you”
And it was your “I wish I loved you back”

Still time slows yet stretches on and on and on.
As all good things come to an end. my whole life longing fades.
For of course what doesn’t hold is only bound to break.

So let the sea wash it away. It doesn’t serve me anymore.
In hopes that a new meaning, washes upon my shore.
In hopes that maybe one day, just merely existing, won’t be such a chore?

Yet still I’ll wait for you, with everlasting reverence.
My dearly beloved, your winter fingertips forever haunt my dreams.