mossy and decayed,
i gaze upon this statute of his being
telling me all yet holding deeper secrets
with what i find from looking, it all is old
dead and gone, i dig deeper
remanants of a past, of a life
deep with in the trunk
the pillar bleeds out
on my hands i find a staining agent
what i know is lost for i am embezelled
lost in this object i try to find its peace
the peace it could not find itself
but at what cost must i suffer as it did
so now i trudge on, baring the load
what did i get into, i am not this bold
perhaps this is what its demise was
forward moving, forever solem, i only dare grow old.
No comments:
Post a Comment