The clock ticks with a thunderous boom Each second louder than the last Every minute is a lifetime Days are millennia The warmth of joy, a stranger Present for a moment, ever passing Darkest hours stretch through eons Reluctantly reside inside the void
The words shoot off the page As if shouting in your face Slovenly composed drivel Slathered over pointless conjecture A tool purposed to connect and unite Voices the madness in men “…and women, you sexist bastard!” No need for enemies They turn on themselves Seething with hate and division Propagated by the pulse of falsehood Smashed in the face like a cake From a wedding doomed to divorce The unholy union of consumption and control The lambs soon will slaughter themselves
If I lay here in this empty room would I have the chance to feel a piece of you? If I lay with my arms spread wide would you be able to fall into them again? If I pretend, just for one moment that this all ends like it does in the movies Would my lie forcibly become the truth?
If I hope against all hope And I wish amongst all stars Can I pray to every God in existence For the restoration of a life that was ours?
If I convince you that I am truly sorry does it erase all the broken promises? If I call bluff...
She was there. Expecting the familiar unsettling feeling, I tread lightly. Something was different. There was softness in her eyes and a calm within her tone, as if all the darkness had been erased from our checkered past.
She did not gaze upon me as a lover, nor a foe. It was somewhere in the middle. Somewhere close to the beginning. It was peaceful. For the first time in years I felt the warm embrace of serenity. We spoke like old friends who never missed a beat. The chorus of our conversation sung vibrantly in my ears.