in this daze
i wander
and fall.
a thousands stars
to guide my way
yet it is dark.
Memories, fingtertips
all feel the outside world
and yet we are trapped.
Caged in this darkness
with no walls,
no guards,
no barriers.
Only the knowledge
of our feelings
and the remembrance
of our deeds
to trap us
in this awareness.

a thousand little voices
built surrounding me
pulling down creation
and all that it could be

they follow each confession
and crucify each sin
a blood drop for devotion
a scar they kill within

but through each one they wander
and through each one they fall
grasping for the heavens
but faith they can't recall

violent notions of silence
bleeding in their decreement
of chaos and destruction.
all so beautiful
in its suffering
and frightening
as it nears the present.
what shall become
of the familiar?
what shall become
of the dependence?
never known
never realized.

It is the change
that frightens,
not the outcome.
Sadness, deep down inside
incriminating each
with a tear,
unshed and unspoken.
The shame remains.
New places, new times
they will conquer.
some with sadness,
some with joy,
but all will be gone
in the end.