If words were enough
would we grasp still at concepts beyond wording?
I can only dream, of words that say everything
for if such things existed
then could we not be spared
the dance of fans
and the play of hands
the demand

What do we need?
Why do we say it?

am I better off not asking
for in the end I will be alone
I can feel the air changing
the world is different

we who once knew it all, or it seemed
know nothing

nothing is all we have

cling to the memories, cling to the dreams
in the end they all tear apart at the seams
I can only scream

I am breaking, broken
a fragment of a daydream
will it come back, the feeling?
I feel so wrong
I feel so deserted

I am next to you in the darkness, alone
I cry, the tears cold like ice
cold as I feel now
broken


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Doubts like some vile organ
attach to me
breathing

I try to cut it off
cut it away
but nothing works
I am alone

Tears exist, in the darkness
I am here
side stepping all the problems
sparing you
or at least I think

Darkness is a disease
we eat it, we breath it
it runs through our veins
like a river of glass

There is a wall coming
rising between this place
that used to be full of light
now it is shaded
a wrong decision
a want to know

I try to say the words
but they rise like stones
in my throat
I gag, I cough
seeing nothing

I want to know
I want to feel no fear

They never told me it was easy
and I never asked
to fall away from
the stars

I am alone here,
in the throbbing darkness
my heart pumping glass