Underground_Network
September 13th, 2008, 04:10 PM
Into night
Where the wind
Whistles off the skin
And causes you
To stop and think.
To forage a thought
That won't have
Any repercussions;
Any reasons
To regress.
Into day
Where the sun
Shines too bright
And burns the skin
Of the almighty.
The strongest
No longer stand
Above the rest
They no longer
Hold the power.
Into silence
Where whispers
Are louder
Than anger
Or despair.
Where we follow
The end
To meet
The beginning
Of nothingness.
Into gray
Where sight
Is no longer
A necessary
Sense.
Where light
And dark
Mean nothing,
And life and death
Are something.
To stop,
Is to move forward,
To continue
Without a thought,
Is to move back.
No more
Is the end
Any more than
The start
Can, will, ever be.
Where the wind
Whistles off the skin
And causes you
To stop and think.
To forage a thought
That won't have
Any repercussions;
Any reasons
To regress.
Into day
Where the sun
Shines too bright
And burns the skin
Of the almighty.
The strongest
No longer stand
Above the rest
They no longer
Hold the power.
Into silence
Where whispers
Are louder
Than anger
Or despair.
Where we follow
The end
To meet
The beginning
Of nothingness.
Into gray
Where sight
Is no longer
A necessary
Sense.
Where light
And dark
Mean nothing,
And life and death
Are something.
To stop,
Is to move forward,
To continue
Without a thought,
Is to move back.
No more
Is the end
Any more than
The start
Can, will, ever be.