Slumbering memories sinking under
The waves of existence. When I awake
Will anything remain of what I knew?
A canvas bleeding light and darkness
Until every inch is changed. Calmness
Washes over as I remember tenderness
I could never find but it rests in nothingness.
From the Sea of Self new life will awaken.
I’m but a single thread caught between.
Walking through the lonesome shallows
Where shadows haunt. I feel my heart race
As they remember something that we erase
Along the way. They ready the gallows.
Screaming, lashing; I’m dragged before the noose.
A rope made of the falsities my memories release
Dangles from the smog in the air. Of all the things
Given and taken by me the sentence seems right
For a thief. On the platform a lonely crow sings
Like a tragic form of catharsis. The rope is loose
And I look around to see no one. I hear a noise.
A great storm roars from not far. Nowhere to run
I fall on my knees and tears crash straight down.
“When everything comes undone will you stand or run?”
Vasha'Lakar 