What did you Die for?
What did you Live for?
Something inexplicable, she says
A feeling lost in this Age
Words that dance in Futility
A beat, a heart, but cannot now exist
Movement pulses day on day, lost
All is a Dream, filled with its scattered infancy
The Creature lurks in the shadows, chants,
The Time is Never Now, you cannot yet be Dead
Tiny lights flash create incomplete Dark
The question asked of your Being, the whole or a part
Letters from Old Friends of the heart rain down hard
As hailstones, piercing a long suffering Armour
In a sliding hole the Dawn sleeps and is lost in its Dreams
A Mirage of glorious Brightness lingers, floating in its wake
Nothing is offended by their ignorant cries, too little too late
Chaos work spreads as destructive wings fly
He can tell you what this is all meant to be
Desire, Ecstasy, Blind Hope to shatter anything True or Lie
Fool yourself if you truly wish, live Here if you will,
In wastes so filled with heaviness, the Deepest lingering Doubt
Die in an eternal Hell of your own making
As your blind-made choice remains such wilful sinning
The words of an ignorant scholar stay slaying all progress
Empty understanding dominates, the Infinity of All ever fading
What did you live for?
What have you died for?
Soul unravelled like a cheap thread
Removed with surgical forgiveness imprecision
Slivery scream of invocation
No longer Real in the realm of your perception
Leaves with the Emptiness Within
The true freedom, discovery of your Divinity
You lived for Nothing, he laughs
Will Die for Nothing, she screams
Inside, realisation strikes.
He is Free.
