Craving wisdom,
Seeking bright spots on a dying day —
Hidden meaning
In the shadows of a life less sane.
Hollow truth, defiant,
My mortal requiem.
A house with walls of sorrow
Containing all that I am.
There are no truths
But those we wish to follow —
However bleak,
However hollow.
Thoughts like sunken treasure
Fallen out of time and reason.
Unfamiliar memories,
Phantom past, haunting ruthless.
A desperate final stand.
At the edge of sanity
Dark waves breaking far above,
I bow and let them
Wash over me.
