By our very own Raslan Zorba!
“It remains, in my head, in my soul… It remains.”
A distorted moon kneeled before me
With a beauty nobody could ever see
A black cloud sucks away it’s light
Soaked in darkness, I smiled with fright
The wind blew, and it split the moon into two
With eyes wide open, I stood and watched the distortion
The sky has bled, was God actually dead?
With no time to think, the twitching caused my eyes to blink,
and yet I ran and I fled, back to where my Demons always dreamt
To a place where all I saw was an hour-glass almost reaching its limits,
And I cut my palm through shards of glass trying to flip it
Staring at an empty screen of concrete and glass
A child showed up, running through fields of grass
Smiling and oblivious of the surrounding fire
Humming as his shadow leaped higher
-“Will you help me breathe? Or will you stand there in your relief?”
Dumbfounded, I watched the still-face of the child melt
The smell of his burning hair and flesh filled my body with guilt
Jerking my head, I saw someone that is old
His skin was pealing, and his body felt cold
Weeping and screaming, he spoke to me of the secrets that were never told.
-“There’s no need to pray for something that is already lost, the price I’ve paid was above the cost.
There’s no need for you to shoulder the blame, it will gain you nothing but fear and pain.”
A hand grasps his throat and forces him to swallow
He sunk in quicksand, and his eyes grew hollow
Coughing, his mindless act that has rot
Confusion blinded my eyes like storms of dust
The old man’s face can no longer be seen, for the blackness grew really keen.
Numb and hazy, I saw the blank screen bloom like a daisy
I closed my eyes, refusing to see, the only thing that is left of me
As if I was kicking while being pulled,
Dragged inside I watch my life unfold.
-“There’s no-way out from inside your head.”