Devoured by nothing.
A crumbling daisy on a road of years ago.
Grass yellow and dead,
waiting for a passersby touch.
This path beneath struggling feet,
blended with dirt.
Grey skies hanging low, shadowing over all.
A sun that never comes out, hides behind the clouds.
In a jar you rest,
your wings at peace.
I give you freedom in your confinement.
Do not turn away,
I'll just move the jar.
Do not complain,
I've made holes for you to breathe.
What is it like in there?
On the inside looking out.
Seeing nothing but gloom devour the earth.
On a pole hangs a shirt, torn and forgotten.
With sins that drip so fast,
lightening bolts stroll.
The wind has died down,
much like the rest of time,
You and I are left to accompany the dread of those long gone.
I place you on a stone,
fungus green and old.
Your weakening escape flutters some more.
I tap the lid of your personal haven,
with a shattering click the holes draw a door.
What was once oxygen is now a green mist,
suffocating, yet intoxicating
all with the fall of a new beginning.
Grass yellow and dead,
waiting for a passersby touch.
This path beneath struggling feet,
blended with dirt.
Grey skies hanging low, shadowing over all.
A sun that never comes out, hides behind the clouds.
In a jar you rest,
your wings at peace.
I give you freedom in your confinement.
Do not turn away,
I'll just move the jar.
Do not complain,
I've made holes for you to breathe.
What is it like in there?
On the inside looking out.
Seeing nothing but gloom devour the earth.
On a pole hangs a shirt, torn and forgotten.
With sins that drip so fast,
lightening bolts stroll.
The wind has died down,
much like the rest of time,
You and I are left to accompany the dread of those long gone.
I place you on a stone,
fungus green and old.
Your weakening escape flutters some more.
I tap the lid of your personal haven,
with a shattering click the holes draw a door.
What was once oxygen is now a green mist,
suffocating, yet intoxicating
all with the fall of a new beginning.