Slow, Timeless Poetry

I hear the voices calling me
Whispering in the wind
Of a lifeless future
A senseless past
No hope for a new beginning

The knife sharpens
As it searches for my back
Another scar
Another story
All that remains is this pitiful life
With no faith in what is to come

Tormented by these concrete memories
Staggering along this broken path
Panicking inside, longing for peace
Waiting for a miracle
I beg for mercy
And give none in return

Rise

I hear them cry
The world is dying
We can't survive
We can't do this alone
Our heartbeats slow
Our mouths run dry
With every minute ticking by
As we fail to see
True eternity
We're on the brink of insanity
All caring fades
As we slip away
Is there no one left here with something to say?

All we have now is a fading whisper
Echoing in our imprisoned minds
The time ticks by as we stand in line
Giving excuses to turn away