Still Life

All I can feel is my own heart beating
All I can hear is the sound of my own breathing
All I can see are the blurry figures of what used to be

How long have I been alone?
I can no longer identify silence
The sound of laughter
The brightness of the sun
I cannot remember any other face but my own.
How long have I been alone?

He pulled me out of infinitive nothingness
He pulled me into his arms
And held me
He grabbed my arm
He never meant to hurt me
He bruised my face
He tried to discipline me
He said he loved me
He wished to erase me
He fought the enemies I faced
He wanted to protect me
Then why does he hurt me?
I can feel my soul escaping
I feel my shelter caving in on
Me.

The mirror reveals a battered image
It’s bleeding out
It is empty
There is no love
There is no soul
There is no voice
What is this thing?
Does it feel?
It feels the weight of two worlds on its shoulders
Does it speak?
It speaks a thousand words that none can hear
Does it know how to love?
It wants to love
Doe s it know how to be loved?
No.
The love it received was tainted
Tainted by lies
And greed
And violence

The night is cold
Dark
Lonely
Frightening
But with every tick form the clock
With Every icy breath
With Every scream
With Every tear
The night passes
Fades
We are one step closer to the sun
The light exposes that we are not alone
We are not wrong
And we are not weak
We are infinite.