15/04/2012
Nihilism
Where the leaves do fall and the trees do quiver
Where the sun once shone and all was right
Where blood flows in an endless river
The sky does weep for what was bright
Shattered mirrors lead to the soul
A dead broken body
A story untold
An echo of life
The grim smile
The eyes that stare
The bones that lie bare
A flash it was or so it seems
Only faint dreams
An echo of a laugh or a kiss or a cry
Enough to make the heart sing
To dance or cry
My heart knew not
Only this I knew
That life was moot
And life was short
And life was white
With black on the edges
The greatest love was that of one
But never of two together
Pure is love from one side
But the side of two
Makes only darkness
Another black tile
On the white board that is life
White is white
Black is not
The love of life
Is red
The colour of blood, of life, of death
It flows like a river through heart and soul
It stops at the heart and merely sits
Its dark red rivers overflowing
Like a dark waterfall that reflects light
Like the absence of white
Like the absence of life
Black is white
And white is black
And life is merely that
The confusion of opposites
Of dark and light
Of day and night
Black and white like a chessboard
The complex game of life
One wrong move and the opposite devours
Like the flower that blooms
When the sun sheds its tears
And the sky weeps for the light
A seed grows from absence of light
From the darkness of night
The flower grows
A dark flower, blood red
Its sharp leaves like knives
Its centre gentle
The petals like hands reach out for the light
Only to find the dark
It withers and dies
In the presence of white
Because it belongs to the black
Chess, like light
Merely is a game
One which none will win
My voice sings
My souls weeps
For the things that we gave up
A/N:
OMG.
I just sat here, writing this out for about an hour! This is kind of dark but it just needed to come out!
