Sublime

All that lays before his eyes now it’s just the abstract of his world,
Mixed, twisted, undone to bloody pieces – everything he ever loved.
He kneels in front of the mess he made this time,
His ruthless, unjustified crime,
Of his world that was once sublime.

Wrecked into his own abyss,
Desperately, he wishes just for a single moment of bliss,
Yelling to the darkness, to the ashes of his existence,
He’s trying to dispel the endless distance.

His bitter tears cannot infuse life into his world,
A pile of dreary dust…
It makes him tremble, a harsh wind gust.
He deepens his sweaty, shaking hands into the rubble he made this time,
“Here I stand, a stranger in this land…” he whispers to the gloomy sky,
“I cannot savor the downfall, to this I’ll never comply”.

Behind his veil of tears, a feeble light reborn from scraps,
Will he sink into an eternal collapse?
His world is slowly rising up from the ground,
But this time he’s excluded, into nothing he’s bound,
“I’m lost in the vacancy, I’m all alone…
But what hurts the most – the fault is my own”.
Silent crystalline tears he cries,
Fallen on his knees, bit by bit he dies,
Because he sees, his world can exist without him but without it he cannot,
Into the memory of his paradise lost, forever he’s caught.