I miss the old days, before everything
got cold. Frost bitten by dreams that
turned to ice and crumbled, like
a beautiful swan sculpture, tumbling
to its demise. I despise who you've
become, such a dramatic change from
then to now... How could you?
I long for the days long gone, before
we started our game of hit and miss...
We are a game of battle ship, just trying
to sink one another... I fall so low.
I remember when your dreams involved
my rise, things change so quickly when
you refuse to follow, I lead now.
I remember whispering secrets, and promises
that were easier to keep. Tongues sharp
like knives, lacerations much deeper
than a stitch can fix. Pleasure was
easier to find, before the shadows
consumed the joy... The darkness is
inevitable, it can not be fought.
The cycles of life go much deeper,
than imagined, of course there is birth
and death that later follows, but the
period in-between the rise and fall of
life, is completely unexpected...
We die more than once in this lifetime.
We grow and the truth is revealed.
Rapidly our souls get defeated, by
knowledge and age that can not be
slowed or stopped. We are raped by
decisions that we have to make...
This world is bigger than me and
you, and everything we create,
everything we hate... everything we kill.
I miss the old days, when the world
seemed so much smaller, when behind
closed eyes, I was completely invincible,
untraceable and protected. Nothing is
there to shield me now, even when
I close my eyes, ghost's of days
long before dance into view.
I miss the old days when words
had the power to calm and relax me,
now they enrage me. Opinions differ
and its so hard to realize that
mine doesn't matter... After long
discussions and evaluations with
the child inside... We have concluded...
That nothing really matters, we are
bound to the earth by flesh not
naturally replaceable but like all
else we have found a way around that.
I can't keep up with the world around me,
everything is so fast paced that my days
transform to night, and I am confused.
I stare out the same window as I do
every night into the darkness, searching
for change, but nothing has...
It's quite comforting to know that
at least one thing can stay the same for me.
Sometimes I feel like I'm still a child but,
knowledge molested me, my innocence is dead
Only second time writing in this style. What can be improved?
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