Ohm…
Street corners and headlights flash
like lightning from the heavens
Rumbling engines and construction hums
like far away storms in the mountains
Ohm…
People flitting about from building to building
as honey bees seethe through their hives
Concrete and gravel coat the earth
as hard as the stone in the rocky valleys
Ohm…
The city teems with life as…
I wake up dead from a nightmare of congestion
What I see is warped and twisted,
I can’t discern the reality.
Its like some childhood kaleidoscope revisited,
a distortion of actuality.
I see through…
Its like a pane off a stained glass window,
colors and light reflecting.
Everything is tinted and bright with shadow,
my eyes afraid to be adjusting.
I see through…
A reflection of myself emerges,
I can hardly recognize the sight.
Then the light of understanding surges,
and I see I was anything but right.
I see through…you.
In light of all that has yet to leave
I cast my tired and withered shroud
Above the land of distraction’s sun
Lit darkly by an ominous cloud
Raw repentant vacant eyes
Glisten with the mist of death
Too far gone, the mind is shrieking lies
The pain sung by the absent breath
Aching thoughts are whispered ‘round
The clutter that is shattered truth
And beating drums carry forth the rage
Replacing the innocence of youth
Sapped of strength and will to cry
I kneel before the end of time
As the shinning and naked sky
Dissolves all that is left of mine
The sky burns with the longing of forgotten dreams
As the wretched air follows the blade of dying screams
With envy pulling souls across a field of despair
And hollow eyes are bleeding, raining down through putrid air
Rasping breaths come flowing out of the writhing deep
And stirring sounds are seething from demons in their sleep
And in the sweaty silence enfolded by the dark
I am slowly sinking as my mind is torn apart
Take the whispers woven through the wind
And brush the ruin off my skin
Fractured light is slicing through
Resolves that echo less than true
And the slippery earth that winds around
A hope that’s lost in the churning ground
Cries foul to a leaden sky
That bleeds a mist falling like a sigh
Bitter is the dark and blasted dirge
Smashing screams of chaos merge
From shadows of life lost in the search
Remain nothing but etchings of alder and birch