element: destination

like it was at the center, i was going through it

shriveled and crumble, hard like a headache, i fell apart like a monday

maybe someone else then, though maybe not who i was becoming

i assumed the disguise, though the role i did not fit



i am aware of the fact you can't all see past me

and when i wake up i don't know where i am, nor what time it was then

so maybe i'm not really here, maybe all just a figment

a sentence incomplete, i can somewhat comprehend now



I am but a chain in this endless routine, this cycle of time

on and on continuing, slightly altering each day in mind

and when the lights are off, i can see much more clearly

the vision of which will rise, and make a fall to all the risen



fear not, when all is destroyed, I will rise unharmed from the ashes

truth be known that all which harmed me only made me stronger

i turn my face towards the burning sun, and go where this will take me

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