Scarlet Rivers

Perpetuate the love of hate.. And feel the descending uncertainties, Bask upon you, Like the sun on a cloudless day. This is nothing.. But a memory Of so many dreams passed.. Prepare.. For the nightmares are to return. Times when the clock continued, And the eyes of the beloved were so commonly seen, Live in such a clouded past, Along with the unending questions.. That lay across the path of my life. The feeling that something is unjust, Amounts to nothing in this world of.. “Purity” Cry some crimson tears.. Shed from your wrists This existence.. Passes from non-existence, To non-existence.. No matter how you fight. Like pushing against a wall of wind, The cycle of life and death flows through, Without a backwards glance, Or a nod of acknowledgement. The cobwebs continue.. To appear from the sky, And cause nothing but a nuisance.. To someone, trying to think. The feelings of sadness and despair.. Descend promptly. All on due time, And just as the love is lost again. A cloud of rage and misery fall upon us, And the declination of the light, Has been apparent for so long.. How much light can be lost, Until it is all gone. I know one day.. I’ll forget these worries, and simply push the blade through. But for now.. Scarlet rivers are not to be seen.. And the anguish of life remains, Along with the clouds.. Which contain all of the emotions, That take away my very soul. Descend upon me.. And bring your final blow. I’d rather recede into non-existence.. Than continue into another forest of clouds.. Another forest of concrete hardship. I’d rather recede.. Into the black. Written April 20th, 2002 © on Apr 19 2002 04:07 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10