Dust

Time tears a hole in existence
To languish supinely in torture
See the essence of life
In shafts of light and shade
Remnants gathered by trembling hands
Are now scattered across the world
To form lifeless clouds of dust
That bind my falling limbs.

Seamless visions and blurred moments
Hold my hands with chains of sand
Daylight breath as cold as razors
Cut my insides and leave me bleeding
A wish for deepening darkness to hide me
From all the pain and misery falls dead.

Shards of broken light scar me so deep
That I darken my eyes to the world and light
(Is life but foreplay to a death we fear with each passing breath?)
Perpetual motionless time has numbed
All senses that once I held dear
The walls drip with moisture in this
Lonely shell I slip away so no one can see
Into the unknown where all stands still
In a moment of death.

Time tears a hole in existence
Through shafts of light and shade
Trembling hands scatter my life dust
Into a perfect death.