A warm glow fills the room with ambient life.
It dances it’s colorful song in abundance just outside my window.
I peer into the light.
My restless limbs heavy as I turn.
My dreams all but faded into the subconscious.
The light beckons as it burns.
The sound of my heart broken by a passing train.
How did I get here again?
I have known the darkest places in my mind.
Felt life slipping away.
Held death in it’s last breath in my arms.
How is it the finest of threads holds so strong?
Unseen in this darkest of places.
It is not my heart that hurts, but my soul.
Even in her smile, her laughter, her love
… darkness consumes.
Holding on to this little white pill.
Is it for me?
Or is it for society?
It’s what we do until the universe claims it’s ground.
Until the weight of life is so faint, gravity pulls it beneath the waves.
This song is not about the living.
Nor these words a burden to bare.
Some are ghosts among us.
Some are the art and scars we carry deep inside our soul.