Ash to Dust

In flames, that turn to ash.
Is the other you.
Who becomes dust.
Its breaking, shattering.
The illusion, the deception.
Because of you.
It’s all burning, everything is in ruin.
To ash it all becomes.
Into dust it vanishes.
Red, the color of heroes.
Of fire and hate.
Your burning passion.
Your desire.
Becomes part of the evening blue,
And becomes a purple hued sky.
That soon turn grey with ash.
Disappear, go away!
The you that I hate.
Let it all go,
Those bottled-up emotions.
Break the illusion.
Shatter the deception.
The cold lies made of steel.
Let it all turn to ash and dust.
In the flames, it all turns to ash.
You turn to ash.
The soon cold grey ash.
It’s all burning.
It’s all breaking apart.
You can’t stop it.
I can’t stop it.
No one can.
Let it turn to ash.
Let it turn red and grey.
And become the green earth and blue sky.
Everything is in ruin.
Are you gone?
Because I don’t want you to be here.
In this beginning.
Nor this end.
Disappear, with the dust.
My passion.
My desire.
You, my other self.
In flames, that turn to ash.
Is the other you.
Who becomes dust.
The me who becomes dust.
Burn it all.
And let me go.

Silence

Are you speaking?
Am I speaking?
Surrounded by a deafening sound,
That becomes blurred.
And turns into one,
Of silence.
It is mine,
This silence.
For your words, are the same.
As them,
As those who look down on us.
Solitary,
Is the word that describes us.
For we are not the same.
Are you speaking?
Am I speaking?
Its deafening.
This sound.
This silence.
Its breaking,
The lies,
The illusion of this world.
All of it is showing.
Yet you blind yourself from it.
This silence,
Is mine.
In it, I am myself.
And your words become blurred.
A solitary life is fine with me.
For I am like no other,
And no one will except it.
Are you speaking?
Am I speaking?
In this silence.
This solitary silence.
That is mine alone.
You’re the reason,
That this silence is mine alone.
For you left.
After I spoke those words.
What they called lies.
What you now call lies.
Is the truth.
Am I speaking?
Are you speaking?
No, is it you/me?
That is speaking.
Surrounded by a deafening sound,
That becomes blurred.
And turns into one,
Of silence.
It is mine,
This silence.
For only here.
Can I speak.
Can you speak.
My silent self.
And you can forget me.

Speak to Me

Whisper, speak to me.
Of what I cannot see.
Because you shield me from harm.
Let me understand.
For I can hear, I can grasp.
That you are afraid.
Whisper, please speak to me.
The truth, your reason’s.
For I don’t want you to suffer in silence.
Alone and in pain.
Let me whisper, let me speak.
To you my reason’s.
For why I want to know.
To me alone.
Tell me.
All that hurts you.
Let me set you free
From nightmares that torment you.
And give you gentle dreams.
Whisper, speak to me.
Scream into the sky.
Your words.
Let me see, let me hear.
All that you have locked within yourself.
Tell me everything.
So I can tell you.
My reason’s.
What I have locked within myself.
Whisper, speak to me.
Tell me.
How much you love me.
And let me whisper, speak to you.
How much I love you.

Whispers

Am I forgetting, am I remembering?
Gentle whispers I can barely hear.
Always seem to speak to me.
The other voice within my mind.
Says only cruel and cold words.
Are you here, am I here?
Thinking or simply just still.
Like calm water, without a single ripple.
To disturb the reflected image.
And the peaceful stillness.
Am I thinking?
Or are there simply no thoughts to think.
High up in the sky, the clouds swiftly pass by.
A breeze so gentle, I cannot feel its touch.
Am I dreaming, am I seeing?
All that is around me.
Gentle whispers I can barely hear.
Always seem to speak to me.
The other voice within my mind.
Says only cruel and cold words.
Only in stillness, does the other voice stop.
Only in stillness, shall the whispers be heard.
Am I forgetting, am I remembering?
Dreaming or seeing.
As I think, as my thoughts stop,
And stay still.
A peaceful stillness.
Let’s me only feel.
All that is in my heart.
As I listen to whispers of my heart