Requiem

A paralyzing quest to outstare the abyss,
Soul exiled to hell within.
Don't lie to the face of ocean blue,
Where were you when I was drowning?

The clocks stand still,
as light refuse to illuminate the dark residing behind the eyes.
Winds will drift the life away,
Silence phases into lamenting, as ravens cry in ethereal night.

Yearned for flora to bloom from every wound,
Now the skin's just a bed of thorns.
And I hug the grave of every broken dream,
In hope they will perforate the soul.

To bleed out the virtue within,
A fleeting relief from empathy.
Till the ebb seizes triumph on flow,
A lifeless sleep into serenity