Wallowing in me
Huddled in a soothing
Embrace of self…
Selfishness
Self-centered
Self…
I’ve no idea
Who or what
I will be
When I’m gone
Will I find lucidity?
Each direction I turn
Walls close slowly
Devouring the last of my sanity
Everything dead
Blackened
Painted by your hand
Fleeting moments of clarity
In between monotonous
Decomposing memories
I’m quite certain
You’re alone
Rotting and cold
Coloring the walls of the box
Containing your soul
Wallowing in you
Huddled in a soothing
Embrace of the box
Remembering who
I thought you were
Embrace of the box. Striking.
ReplyDeleteSooooo good.
ReplyDeleteWe fall in love with illusion. Over time the mask slips and we see a glimpse of truth. Death robs us even of that.
ReplyDeleteGreat verse, Roland
I gotta say here I know the feeling sweetheart. People...they change and so do you. Part of livin'.
ReplyDeletedark and gloomy
ReplyDeleteKJ