This reflects the current state of my life.
-Stasis-
By M.D. Burke
I feel this other life running along side mine
A life so close
Yet just out of my reach
Defused in a symbolic moment
Is there is nothing after this life?
Just…nothing
A pail quiet nothing
Rendering all my struggles in life meaningless
Making captive my thoughts to temporal concerns
Life is a kind of cruel accident of sorts
A confused continuum of dramas and events
Leaving me despondent
I am a washed out figure against a dim silence
Stilled as a grayed eternal visage
A scorned transfigured being
Amidst the wreckage of my own doing
Resentment is a hiss of translucent frustration
Underscored by evil
A dirty little sin
Imprinted with unseen consequences
An accompaniment of divergent life-events
Reveals my willful delusion of regrets
Fancies with no touch to true evidence
It flickers as an intention of fatefulness
I can't find my way through all this
These multitudes of distractions
Afterimages of sorrow
Converge into a flux of indelible delusion
I dip my finger in a stasis pool
Each ripple a colorful vignette of touch and sentiment
Memories of a life that's never been
Pigments that color my soul
Stasis
-Stasis-
By M.D. Burke
I feel this other life running along side mine
A life so close
Yet just out of my reach
Defused in a symbolic moment
Is there is nothing after this life?
Just…nothing
A pail quiet nothing
Rendering all my struggles in life meaningless
Making captive my thoughts to temporal concerns
Life is a kind of cruel accident of sorts
A confused continuum of dramas and events
Leaving me despondent
I am a washed out figure against a dim silence
Stilled as a grayed eternal visage
A scorned transfigured being
Amidst the wreckage of my own doing
Resentment is a hiss of translucent frustration
Underscored by evil
A dirty little sin
Imprinted with unseen consequences
An accompaniment of divergent life-events
Reveals my willful delusion of regrets
Fancies with no touch to true evidence
It flickers as an intention of fatefulness
I can't find my way through all this
These multitudes of distractions
Afterimages of sorrow
Converge into a flux of indelible delusion
I dip my finger in a stasis pool
Each ripple a colorful vignette of touch and sentiment
Memories of a life that's never been
Pigments that color my soul
Stasis