Lost

Lost in the maze of time and place; and hope is swaying between existence and nonexistence

Here he was standing at the edge of the breaking point; facing the bloody rain, the painful wind, the wounded storm, and the time was standing still. The words in his mouth were tearing, the letters were melting, and then the idea was fading. That's ok……… the spirit still remains. Thinking "Truth opens the door for what you think it's hardly locked". Despite all this his vein branches were screaming to fill up the emptiness of his heart, hardly pushing up all his feelings and emotions into his brain but sadly the fragile words were breaking before reaching their way outside falling drop by drop. It was a delusion; the shiny light that has suddenly appeared it seems like the flash lights of a non-stopping train; can't sense it, can't catch it, passing by him, it was as fast as lightning. "Maybe next time my friend, next time", a voice was echoing inside him. A strong echo "You are the only one that can help the you" He said:" How? Happiness rising and falling, crying inside me". Now this beastly silence just killing him, stopping him again in the darkness tunnel, deep inside he feels to scream but his thorny voice bleeding his throat, his voice died. Questions fill his head, capture his mind Oh no “the questions are calling out again and the answers are running away", his eyes ask for the clear image, his mouth asks for the old words, and his mind asks for his past life. He runs, but the pain is following him, he stops and the pain is wrapping up his arms around him, yes! The pain despises him. Echo “Black rotten hearts are scaring the lonely darkness of the blackened-night, but don't let their deformed words exploding your agony, in their thoughts; justice ask no truth "justice is buried" burn them with the flames of truth ". Time is setting on fire; burning fast. Emptiness is filling his corrosion heart, remembering when he was strong he brightened, but now tears stained his eyes like layers of steam, fading smiles, bewildered looks, vanished dreams, rotten words, he was covered by layers and layers of weakness dust. The brave mask was a delusion. He suddenly remembered a dark night when he was stabbed in the back it was a beast night breaks open like a wound that bleeds, a wound that refuses to heal, he was floating in the water feeling like he was sinking down. Echo "Is freedom a delusion! That if we keep dreaming it, we will separate ourselves from the real world, am I getting dizzy by thinking “is freedom a fake word, is it a word from another era, is it an infinite word, I must throw all that garbage words, freedom is a precious word that I have to look for it"; he tried to murder that night, murder fear, regret, loneliness….. Today he will meet his fears, fragile fears should be broken, wheels of life is still turning and I’m still stuck in my frustrated fears. Wiping his tears, freeing his heart from jail, feeling his soul coming alive tonight, clearing his mind, breathing the peace air, from the flames he stood up, he was burning like boiling volcano, Wiping the dusty layers of yesterdays, his soul is awakening and somewhere in the dark storm hope is waiting. Echo " Even if you're stuck inside, you're mind is flying free, watch you're sweaty thoughts are slipping". One velvet morning his fears had left with no trace, his paralyzed heart was moving, the icy tears were melting down, his mind was shining again, his eyes were burning, his words were penetrating the steel, and the image finally became crystal clear.” I can't remember anything, I can't tell if this is a true or dream... but now nightmares and awaking screams are covering my lonely nights. Where is the bright light? Is dawn is coming soon? Am I helping them to bury my fears inside me once again?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!