Your star

I can't see your star.
Its the sounds of humans
that scared it away.

I can't see your angel,
his bright wings that
bring to you peace.
The cruel truth
clawed it's way onto his skin
and made him flee.

I can't hear the choir sing
that you say heals your soul.
I can hear alone the steady toll
of a far away knell.

The silence of the deeper level
is a conscious fear
of the descending dark.
Find your own way out.

Your Missayah has no map
and his light was dim
bread was few
and his bottle ran dry.
upon the cobbled graveled path
lies his staff
his body had lied along side,
thirsty, hungered, defeated.

He although steadily rose
with a breath of the cold dead air
and picked up from where he'd left of
as a man with a mission
to a grave digger with a
rusted, blunt reaper.
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Fear has taken over
what the conscious mind
wants to dictate over.
Bleeding eyes drip away the courage
fear filling up the empty feeling.

Burning on the inside.
Scared it to the surface.
splits open my skin in long, curling slits.
exposing the dead person that
was rotting away,
as I trip and fall.

A second a float,
a second a move,
no control over the existing body.
Just the harrowing awareness
that the control is slipping
and the conscience isn't.

the burst of the wind his howling
curses past my ears,
it encases me coffin like-
the curses upon my head
that I have earned.
The guilt of dominance, the guilt of robbery,
the guilt of injustice,
locks my thoughts inside the cocoon of a long held breath
that traps me
and preserves me mummy- like.


The fall is alone stopped by the spray of the eternal dirt.
It's end none has dug,
and my cocoon, seals me away in the gap.
at first I see a bright purple sky with
silver crystals that hang chandellier like,
and chime upon my bed side,
the steady brush against my face
of the eternal dust,
the eternal dirt that is flicked over me...

It' a treasure- me.
The reaper is my grave digger.
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Influenced by Evanescence tracks- Your star and All that I'm Living for.
Due credits.
Imagery is to be fully interpreted on the basis of the fabled 'Reaper'.
I attempt to revisit this theme in the near future. Wish me luck!