Cellophane

Stars and darkness are all the same

Castrated dreams in cellophane

The end of a rope burned and frayed

Trust never won but always betrayed

What I knew is now uncertain

Beliefs innate are no longer sure

Choices forgotten like places I’ve been

I don’t want to live this way anymore

 

Twilight howls like a ghost in a shroud

Barely seen but always echoing loud

With high pitch that cleanses as it stings

Pulverizing my soul into nothing

What I found has been swept away

By howling winds against the shore

Choices forgotten like a passing day

Certain this feeling existed before

 

Living is a chore when you love no one

Hanging on only by the trigger of a gun

Let go and fall or hold on and be shot

Six feet under either way, like it or not

What I understood is now in question

Moon glows only by the sun’s will

With every misstep a loss in direction

Every broken soul longs to be filled

 

Easter comes, Jesus rises from the dead

The sun may shine but I’ll stay in bed

As the church bells ring like rays of light

My walls impenetrable, in here it is night

What I thought I knew became a myth

A narrative uttered by their lying lips

Empty living rife with cold steel wit

The rope burns with laughter as I slip

 

Stars and darkness are all the same

Dichotomy cut from one chain

A knot where the rope was frayed

With no time remaining, I prayed

What I did not know saved me

Brought me to a new time and place

While living I could never see

Between darkness are stars in space