I hate myself, but find these empty words more repugnant

A silver lit face glitters in the shadows; a secret kept so expertly it has all but been forgotten. The sun creeps up to steal the shadows away, looking to expose their villainous enterprises and burn their plights down into fine grains of sand. His feet dig ever so slightly into the graveyards of hearts saturated in blackness. Fragments of ambition cut shallowly into his skin as he absorbs their expired deeds.

Snuff the wick of this dear heart or suffer the burden of its pain

A shadow is still cast by the man as he peers out upon the landscape of the world; his domain. The sun beats across his skin warping the curves and folds of war worn hide. Energized light battles to break through to the last shadow remaining but the guardian stands breathing in the tainted air around him.

There can be no chalk outline for that which was never alive

Black veins creep up ever so slightly to find their way to the promise land of emptiness. As the blackness grows the shallow cuts open up to deeper wounds. Blood pours forth freely engulfing the blackened sand around the man. Rivers and tributaries of blood as black as the night frantically stream forth. Crystallized dreams break down and sprout forth veins like vines that slowly twist and turn, gnarling their way back towards the source of this river.

Freedom comes in many forms and for me it’s the release of this body

Greeting the sinking man they twist and tighten around his limbs growing in strength and vile. Splitting and fracturing they spawn forth new growths that all immediately drive forward into the man, staking their claim and share of the blood. His face disappearing beneath a sea of jet black veins like hair he is pulled down further and further into the abyssal sand.

Let me sink to the bottom of the confines of my soul

As the man slips beneath the gooey void the silver lit face takes control, shining brightly forth in full match of the sun. With no shadow to protect its glistening smirk the sun attacks with a full bout of radiance. The silver lit face smiles deeply as it matches the brilliance of the sun. Darkened vines burst forth with great speed stretching out like great anchors towards the sun. With great power they strike forth and berate the benevolent glare of the sun. As they infect and dampen the glow of the sun the silver lit face’s smile broadens.

Hope is the greatest lie told by man

As quickly as the battle begun the sun is extinguished and all turns to black. Darkness consumes all. Time ceases to exist. The void is infinite. Lost among the void is the smallest spark; too fragile to behold. After eternity a brief flash of light is ignited and with great fury, pours forth, feeding off all the darkness. A supernova ensues to crush and blind the abyssal void that has taken over. The silver-lit face is dispatched, burned out of existence, and all that remains is a golden hue.

Dreams begin to die when we start looking down instead of up.

I’ve walked this forest for all my life. I grew up with these sycamores and redwoods, playing in the nurturing shade of their canopies. I made friends with all manner of beasts, being raised like one of their own. We would play in the glittering light that shone down through the thick foliage of our caretakers.

Individual rays would become spotlights on each of us giving rise to all sorts of character creations in a play we would craft from dawn’s curtain rise to dusk’s curtain call. At night the stars would peek through; a nightlight and mother’s eye to watch over us sleeping. Each new day was an exciting foray into the unknown. Where dreams were grasped and realized, if only for a moment, before being whisked away into the wind.

One day silence arose to greet me with dawn’s opening light. My neighbors and family had disappeared from sight. The trees that gave shape and protection to these great works groaned and shriveled, dying from blight. I called and bellowed in fear and fright. There was no response to thwart this new plight. Great towers bloomed with cold delight. Blotting out the sun and stars; leaving in their wake a false and fleeting light. The great expanse of forest was overrun with cold concrete pressed oh so tight.

Man’s gift, as it was thought, was that he was of the stronger. In this his great folly was born for man could be no wronger. The dirt and grime of these machinations is the blood of dying dreams from those who roam here no longer.

Lost to follow the direction of the wind I lift my head to these clouds above, sailing like regal ships without anchors or port to settle in. I travel amidst friends and foes alike. Some wish to tear their teeth into my bones and render me helpless. Others seek to lay down their own lives to send me forward. Kings and Queens bow low as the Jester walks by. A knowing smile spreads across his face and in time the crown upon his head will fall to the ground. Being the only thing left as his ashes float through the wind.

Settling in some different country they give way to a new life that sprouts out to take shape. A strong willow that dances in the wind as its leaves float across this new country; pioneers along a new frontier to blissfully sail their lives away. Swirling in a mock cyclone they wrap themselves around her, staying close but never touching. Hiding her soft features and veiling access to her beauty. Slowly in time they dissipate upwards into the war worn sky leaving behind the last beacon of hope.

No smile cracks her lips as the world is not ready for it yet. Sadness sits upon her like a mantle of her past and darkness shades her beauty; no spotlight to behold. Her eyes are the only thing that move and display life. A tear begins to form and as it rains down her cheek the facade is broken and she falls into a thousand pieces. The only dream worth saving, blown to dust in the wind.

Alone I stand on the bow of this ship with only this memory to serve as my guide. Lost amidst the waves I turn to the moon to give me light for safe harbor, yet it waxes and wanes as I drift slowly towards my inevitable doom. Darkness enfolds these eyes for the last time as a slow sigh of relief escapes my lips. The last breath for a kiss I never shared.