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Paths We Once Knew

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This is the way we lose ourselves
When madness calls to darkened fells.
When we return to bloodied hands,
To sunken ships stuck in the sand.
Who’s left to hear, who will I tell,
There is no healing for the dead ones,
We are those made of lies spun!
There are no lies but life no truth but death!
The bloodied hands do their best.
We go back for more, we return.
They laugh because we do not learn.
In the midst of this confusion,
In this land that some call home,
So many take bliss and ignorance
In trade for their own soul.
This hopeless pain as fragile as a dream,
A breeze! The fog will clear! Easy does it seem?
Such are those that dwell in this sleep of pain that they,
Would pay in blood the bliss
To keep them safe from change.
Though our sunken ships cannot rise
To take us back from whence we came.
By the road before us the storms we’ve passed now seem so tame.
To build new ships,
Leaving ignorance and bliss,
To start the day brand new.
Take my hand you’ll see,
That together we,
Can take paths we once knew.

Days Debt

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A forgotten day found
At its end.
A silent and empty sound,
In my head.
This something followed me home.
So far.
What it was, lost in the loam,
Now marred.
Beneath the earth now buried,
Remembered.
I miss how I was carried
Through December.
With winter at its end,
And springs birth,
There is a maddness to which I tend,
Not of this earth.
My follower I’ve discovered,
This shadow.
By the light its been governed
And fallow,
This tired soul waits.
For tomorrow.
Now my sleep baits
Are low.
This is how my fatigue collects debt.
One payment will be missed I fret.