Slipping

Slipping

The darkness of the hollowed soul,
Knows no wonder or confusion
Other than the undying it searches
for so valiantly .

That which the soul grasps at,
Is what the mind plays so repugnantly.

An unending incessant emotion
To be strived for, is that very aspect
Of the circle that one cannot conjure.

When sorrow and euphoria are brethren
When time and place play no part,
Completion for which is broken
Set apart from what is necessary
Of the poverty from the heart
To be forsaken and destroyed ,
Is what brings down the fiery
Storms of love, to ashes, no more.

Through one death gives one life,
A sacrifice of the soul to set free
Those who are so willingly enslaved
By the ambitious chains of ones
That gave nothing and took for
Granted what I so dearly seek.