The Endless Black I Find

Empty Standing on an absence, flickering out in the dark Waking, slowly moving forward Always drawing in, always pulling These visions, regression behind the movements that we made To this end, am I? Hoping, wanting more than mountains Wrought from the earth and my mind Pretending, un-mending The center followed into me and fell apart, always broken This tension, obsession Behind the memories that have made who I am inside All in this, I am. I was. Behind this empty space was me, unmade These shadows I can't contain have left me here in all I lost In all I lost inside me. Pulled apart, from light, into the earth