... On the Lyrical Paths...
Shards Apart
November, 2001
Shards of heart.
Let them burn where'ere thou art.
Cry freezing tears,
For seconds, years.
Flowing like thy bleeding fears.
All, then, be still and rest and die,
For better that than choose as I.
Better that than shattered naught.
Better purged of rancid thought.
Better eternity's blank sleep
Than bladed hurt that runs soul-deep.
Scream rending pain,
A shrill refrain.
That shard-sliced bound'ries shan't contain.
In suff'ring writhe,
'Neath Fate's cruel scythe.
Surrender all thou art as tithe.
All, then, be still and empty lie,
For better that than choose as I.
Better that than hopeless fight.
Better blind than tortured sight.
Better oblivion's delight
Than miswrought life of venom'd spite.
Weave tearful prayers,
filled all with cares.
Sent winging high 'pon faith-built stairs.
Hold tight thy hopes,
Those hanging ropes.
O'er silent time, belief elopes.
All, then, let fall and crumbled lie,
For better that than choose as I.
Better that than hope distraught.
Better walls than risk love caught.
Better never first begot
Than end in spilt blood come to naught.
Blow the shards apart,
Shards of heart.
End all that is, all that thou art.
Give up and cease and fail and die,
Or live and fight and choose as I...
