Again

Self Imploding

Spirit exploding

So much light

Alone she's floating

The world keeps turning 

Its spirits burning

Thews of yearning

But who of they are learning?

Teaching, reaching for the truth

Not man of old

Nor girl of youth

All consumed with desires to feed

Confusing the want with the dire need

To have to hold to break the mold

But what mold they hold, is long foretold

The same patterns reclaimed

By the lost and ashamed

Bilk and lies

Sweep their milky eyes

Oh the ones who harbor

Their scarlet cries

They try to hide and fold inside

The cotton exterior they fray beside

The guilt is swallowed into their bile

While their libel's rival

Is the twitch in their smile

Afraid to be empty

But empty is the lie

Still they fill for the thrill

To live before they die

Unopened are the pages of revelation

Read instead- the erratum of a lost generation

Even the pages stroked with eager elation

Adding numbers to Hades' growing population

But oh the ones who cry

With light in their hearts

They never die

And oh the ones who try

To tear it apart

They wonder why

It always comes back to the same thing

The same milky eyes

Always have the same sting...

- Melwhimsy