Witness across the board

'til it may unravel.

All thoughts of decaying oneself,

always still awake.

I hear them less, upon cresting waves

sunken to bottomless depth.

So do you return? The fear swelling in your lungs, our most cherished memories are lost in dark cavernous futures.

And I shall choose to retain my own light

to decide, oh, to decide what little warmth of this shade I desire. And I choose to face this, stripping off our masks, and yet, faceless? Strange and inevitable.

Some part of this is familiar,

some sort of natural disaster all too serene to see...

Do you share any part of anything?

Does it help to stare into your void of misery? Rejecting what you cannot change.

Eating away at your own dreams til you shed every part of you. Til you count your endless steps, all of which that you refuse still, always a face of disbelief, always continuous, always incomplete. And my eyes wander upon the skin that crawls with every pointless feeling of indefinite sorrow, drowning in my own fear, or welcoming it, I wish but I cannot save you, within these moments sheltering ourselves from misery.

All darkness, all blood all cynics, for what?

This world is enough.