Molochai
02-07-2004, 09:37 AM
desperate without conviction
still separate and the same
slipping into denial with nowhere to place the blame
disrespected one too many times to feel alive
this neglect is all that's left
disenchanted with the idea of dying
still frightened and bereft
alone and still between
the end and the beginning
dying in a space between action and thought
isolated and lost
no solace in this solitude
no content to be found
a restful slumber's waiting
six feet below the ground
wandering endlessly somewhere outside the boundary
just beyond the place where faith meets grace
only graceful with an infamy, and faithful to the enemy
only a soul caught in unrest
still separate and the same
slipping into denial with nowhere to place the blame
disrespected one too many times to feel alive
this neglect is all that's left
disenchanted with the idea of dying
still frightened and bereft
alone and still between
the end and the beginning
dying in a space between action and thought
isolated and lost
no solace in this solitude
no content to be found
a restful slumber's waiting
six feet below the ground
wandering endlessly somewhere outside the boundary
just beyond the place where faith meets grace
only graceful with an infamy, and faithful to the enemy
only a soul caught in unrest