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!