Oblivion viii*xxxi*MMXI Between Us

BLuNTSMoKEMPiRE

There are no boundaries
I realize it so clearly now the only mystery is this epiphany
There are no more lines to cross
There are no more crosses to bare
The roses have formed crowns of thorns
Still there is poetry
Verses fall into fields of colored leaves
All that is consumed into fire is not destroyed
There are no words, yet they always flow strong and freely
All too easy to hear what you want to hear
Never thought these experiences were possible
Even after the impossible turns into dawn
It is true, most of this is fantasy
All but the knives that bristle my back
All but this crimson stream
There are no more roads
There are no more morning kisses
No more phone calls
No more messages
No more explanations
No more expectations
Worked so hard to be free until silence is the moonlight
Not to be mistaken for peace
Indeed serenity seems selfish
With identities that refuse to recede
My slavery becomes apparent through my independence
Not to be mistaken for dreams
The beat of my heart confirmation enough
Still we are never equals
As long we remain judges of character
There are no rules
There are no laws for the naked eye
There is no truth that cannot be turned into variations of lies
I realize that now
Over the walls and fences
I see it so clearly through distance
Starlight beheads a promise
There is nothing sacred
Imagination is pure so we try to pour it over everything
Only to find there is something missing
There is no salvation
No final solution
No ghosts but the voices inside our head
No difference between the dead and the living
There is no rope or tether
No tunnel or shelter
At loss for words, yet they flow freely
Just like eyes that burn
Fuel for these fires are endless
Acceleration eminent, though we can't want the stories to end
The last chapter always written in haste
Time is never wasted
But you can almost taste it
Each morsel intrigue
The knife that carves the portions is the key to portals ancient yet taboo
Born into winter
Caressed by spring
Exercised by summer
Raptured by autumn
There are no more secrets
There are more answers than questions
The fortress has been breached
Every soul put to the sword
A void turned into forest
There is nothing between us
I realize now