Ride the tide
the tide of change
smell the stench
of flesh decay
mortal wound
within my soul
I worry not
crawl in a hole
let the world
come crashing down
silence speaks
no one around
No screams to hear
no pain to feel
it doesn't matter
nothing is real
wings of destiny
fly me home
out of this illusion
no more to roam
from my mind
the thoughts do spill
what does it matter
nothing is real
closing my eyes
daring to dream
or rather to wake up
and for the first time see
its all just a facade
stop and stand still
open your eyes
you see...
nothing is real...


[edit on 21-6-2009 by Greenize]

Beautiful words my friend, but they make me think and it's late and thinking will keep me awake.

Thank you for sharing them and the night of insomnia.....I shall dwell on you.



[edit on 21-6-2009 by mrwupy]

Agreed. I should write more in the wee hours, they have a still, clear vision to them. I simply use them for dreaming away the moment. It's a waste really.

fleeting as thought may be, I would not be who I am without it. Nor would you.

The gift of these moments we share, perhaps are more precious than all the moments we remain in quiet solitude.

For without them, How could I ever learn of you?