Beckon
Oh, beckoning
From places deep below
Abyss-like
Peering vacantly
Hoping to see
To feel
To hear
Something profound
We are witness
To our own mishaps
Our mistakes
And regrets
Come back
Reliving those moments in time
Short as they may have been
They repeat
Endlessly
Muted
Greyscaled
So here you are
In the four corners of your mind
Peering
Distantly
Becoming the heir
The heir to silence
Profound darkness
Night by empty night
Escape to other worlds
Through you
Waiting to be born
Lost in the ether of sleep
Damned to the tides of decay
Pain of loss
Strikes heavy
Cloud-like burden
Reoccurring
