Simulating Death

As the stillness of the moment faints with the breath of the living, the light on the way darkens by the second, where memories linger around through the way into the journey. Still holding back, moments, memories, messages, minds, miracles, mosh-pits, maniacal musings, methods and meanings which might have triggered the reason to stay, to breathe, to shed that occasional tear that fell to the indifferent floor, to sit still in the winter sensing every inch of broken skin that ran to the heels.

Stripped of all feelings, devoid of thoughts, hollow with light, growing weaker as the light dims to the shadows, scared to look back, hiding in the flame of the truth, covering the face of the lie, with a bitter-sweet face to end the misery of the time, Soon remembering, the deeds of the unholy, sinning the right, shedding the true, to wearing the facade to cut the thoughts of confusion that crept through the barriers of time and space to intrude poison into the logical.

Still asleep, refusing to read whats written, strolling through the labrynith to hide from the dreaded, wishing for time, when all we have is emptiness, simulating the touch, wondering how it felt, when she gave the rose and you felt the thorn, simulating the breath, slowing with the delay and refusing to live, simulating the pain, when the glass cut through your hand wishing it felt worse that what it had been defined to do, simulating the moment of lost hope, sweating through the brows to find the way from the unbelieved asylum, simulating the light, as it warmed the senses slowly, with the patience of a blooming lotus, simulating the end, wishing it had come, in accordance to what had been thought and what had been thought as right.