blackholes in my head;
my actions lingering at the events on the horizon.
faraway from the ground beneath my feet,
fading into the lengths of time.


some revelation of redemption through the window,
heavenly light blinding what i can see.
the clowns with all their sorry faces;
moving in circles around hollow laughs.

some strange ease setting into my soul,
when i thought i was sinking lower;
i find myself in the fields of clover.
the throbbing in my head beating a familiar tune,
the panic in me ridden in some desolation.

sailing away from the pain into the sea;
all the monsters lay lying among the shatters of a ruin.
blaming me no more for the sins i did not commit;
the past runs away in a flashback, with no goodbye to spare.