Endless Fields Of Sorrow

As I walk, past the endless fields of sorrow,

the night sings a lullaby, for the ones I have loved and lost.

vibrant, as always, enunciating , your name.

I cannot repent for my sins, for it is too late.

Dreams that had faded, float past,

like the last sane thought crossing before a catastrophe.

Unknown dream, forgotten, as fragments of lost memories.

They redeem me.

Stages of my life, I see,

As far back as when the sun dried my tears,

and the moon kissed me to sleep.

Perfection in vanity,among a movement, of dissolved faith.

The Road led to unpreparedness.

For what I saw forced me to shut my eyes,

and pray, in perfect paroxysm of repentence,

Fear, and wonder.

Satiating my obsession, feeding, the hunger,

In despair, conviction failed me.

I watched, called out, but the vision slowly faded away.

drenched, in cruel premonitions, I walked on.

To the darkest corners of my mind, the path led to the unknown.

every thought, took me a step further,

Un ending, the road represented the past, the present, and the memories yet to come.

Solace and submission, circles, in the water (of my conscience).