GuardianOfYinepu

 He by ~RainbowJackal He sits. A voice does not stir. A phone does not ring. Only nothing is heard. He sits, he thinks. Thinks of the next line. Watches the cursor blink mockingly. He remembers what it used to be like, to know people. Remembers what it used to be like, to enjoy this. He remembers the dreams he had, and the past. The past wasn't getting anywhere. His pinched at his lip. The glowing of the screen is mundane, artificial, is produced by lack of the words crossing his mind. And what of when this is complete; finally over? The truth laughed. And ignoration was the perfect aftertaste to this ending.

~Slaves of Ourselves~ Passion, fervor, obsession, zeal: These, the wisdom from us steal. Drives, goals, ambitions, dreams: This is what consumes us, it seems. Are we not slaves of ourselves? Efforts, endeavors, attempts, strives: Into these things our energy drives. Struggles, exertions, strains, tries: These are the things we do 'til we die. Are we not slaves of ourselves? Stress pressure, tension, trauma: These are the feelings of all this drama. Anxiety, worry, concern, unease: These emotions infect us like a disease. Are we not slaves of ourselves? Angst, alarm, distress, nervousness; Apprehension, fear, disquiet, fretful

~Send my Soul to the Sea~ You say that you will one day die, And leave your heart in the sea. You told me that I mustn't cry - For you'll leave a part with me. The sea is a lonesome space, With depth and width and height. But it's also a peaceful place To hide from the world and the light. So, for you, my love, my heart, I send my soul to the sea. And gladly will my dying breath part, Just to be with thee.

~This Mortal Circle~ I looked across a grassy plain, Beyond the spacious terrain... Searching for myself in that endless space, Finding nothing in that empty place. My mind drifted; my thoughts waned To a place I couldn't find again... To the tower of my highest fears, To the crevice of my stolen years. Shall I ever drift in this mortal circle? Shall I never find a worth; a miracle? It pulls me down and sucks me in... This place where I can never win. Darkness creeps on every side; Tortured, oppressed – out do I cry. And helplessly I look above To the place that keeps a hidden love. My hands do ache from rowing, rowing