and break
falling in separation
like lost grains of sand
in the grand vial of time
The crashing pounding
of those great hammers
echoes through the firmament
of our minds and
we wait in stillness.
Creeping, they live in ambush
on the outside of tranquility
and familiarity.
As one of us stumbles on the
outside of this haven
we jitter in worry
and wait for their return
but they never do
come back.
As the splinters continue
to break, this phenomenon
repeats itself over and
over - only it grows
more darker more
unpeaceful, more evil
and it becomes the
center of our attentions
Hearts no longer beat in
unison, they beat
apart, in lack of
content, in weakness
and because this is
how we have
become we
are alone to slowly be
picked off individually
by the monster that
had invaded our brain
found deep within the
dark unknown void
within our hearts.
