The First Night: A Symphony of Collapse

Nothing...

My surroundings are all in the dark.

There is no escape

Only an eternal solitude,

But here, this world is very close though.

I have a fine veil around me...

Thongs of black and white, red.

And at times, grey.

I do not know where to flee,

This is the whirlpool of the time,

Sucking at the ringing of our bones.

We, the race of humans

Not angels, not beasts

But he, man, lost in his bubble dreams,

Walking creations of trembling fancies.

And yet…

Our layer is depth insulated.

There we were buried in the rubble.

Some of us

Their hearts had simply dissipated.

So how am I to know?

I am but a human like you.

I’ve wandered. I’ve mistaken.

I’ve been wounded.

My blood has been her instead of tears.

Still, my voice runs dry,

However, my veins are sore,

However, my blood satisfies the thirst Of my body,

And still…

My scars gather themselves.

I live yet under the rubble.

My voice keeps on passing out in the wind.

Not silent,

But loud…

Appeals to the souls, already dead,

And others…

Lost.