Knowledge I hold

The swelling of knowledge,

That I hold in my mind aches to be released.

My breath, I see as I stand—

Upon the cliff where I once stood, as the mud gave me a choice,

Below, the clouds that threw thunder bolts, and looked down on me.

Now, my soul roams, chilled by,

The many mistakes, I have made.

I have no heart beat,

No blood runs through my veins.

This is the price of my stubbornness—

I chose to let no one get close,

I chose to lie and mock,

I chose the darkness over light,

And now, my eyes never shut,

They are dry of any tears,

I might have shed long ago.

Colored yellow, pupils dilated,

Showing, the dead cells of my inner light…

It haunts me, the knowledge,

That I want to forget,

But can not stop hearing her,

The diseased,

They know what I know,

They know the pain and anxiety,

Life had over death,

They know the after math,

Of the “Blackout”,

They know the feeling of being lost in the abyss,

They are apart of oblivion, like me….

…I hear it now…

The foundation of what holds us all captive,

Something none of us have…

It beats and bangs upon the walls,

Chained down, to keep from breaking,

The pillars of Death….

The knowledge that I hold,

Will never be fully told,

But there is one thing I must say,

The heart, mourns for its Queen,
The most cherished of them all, Life.