Hours have passed
I can’t recall the requisite lore that came before
I eclipsed the moonshine in my eyes
Years recollected likewise to past lives
Cousins, fragile connections
Wasted potential for past life corrections
I’m sinking to the ocean floor
Shipwrecks, and brain rot
Blinded by the thought of an eternal compass
Ramblings of innermost fragmented reflection
Deflection of the ravine of iridescent watershed
Guided by an indigo light
Resting conscience dry in deep sleep
Unraveling the innermost layer of lies
Only to find a mirror of twisted tall tales
Drowning to the tune of the waning moon
Strolling the streets of vaguely familiar figures
Their form has evolved, bonds have dissolved
To the piles of pixie dust intertwined with decaying hope
Twisted tunnels of misunderstood minds, and uncured curses
Cousins, fragile connections
Wanderings of longing laced in regret
Deep-rooted guilt in a dying breed
My silence has spoiled the soulful seeds
Lilacs still linger, the bitter addiction of jealousy
Streaming through the senseless ramblings
Coursing through my every second of life
Over-thinking, better left as an afterthought
Shipwrecks, and brain rot
Wandering in an abandoned, and ingenious mindscape
A labyrinth, a lost mind, fell to time
Conceptualized, misconstrued in self-centric poetry
Annihilating the weight of social relation
Deafened by subconscious deprecation
Yet every nonsensical noise inspires his all-knowing notes
The only power he ever seems to hold in his helpless hands
A changeling, too other-worldly for his own psyche
Drawn to the night, a moth in the light
Spitting out senseless ponderings of nothings
Missing the faces his memory has painted away
Pages, rages growing from the failure to understand
The lectures of an invisible man
Finding horror in the vessel he hand-crafted
Natural decisions, and pre-disposed derisions