• Found in eternity, lost once again;
    Waking in nothingness, dreaming in sin.
    Steel eyes tell the tale of the years they have borne—
    Ever in sorrow, forbidden to mourn.

    Faith is a falsehood, forged only of ice,
    A mockery to those who have lived the hard price.
    You no longer fear that you will not survive:
    The toil of your heart is to know you’re alive.

    Time flows about you in eddies and waves.
    Your tongue, turned to dust, cannot speak what it craves.
    You have naught but tendrils of memory to find
    The last lingering wisp of the choice left behind.

    The plea of the haunted encased full in lead;
    The cold brush of ageless eternity sped;
    The price that you pay is to never be whole,
    To exist with the knowledge that,
    You once had a soul.


    Copyright: AEB 2002
    Fushigi @ Darkpoetry.com