Dark Muse
10-29-2010, 11:54 PM
Dead Space
Can you feel it
the passing moments
when the darkness
grows darker
as if a shadow passes
without a casting light
only subtle movement
in the darkening quiet.
Down these corridors
laced with echoes
of those who once trespassed
their voices trapped
among the ruin
of stone and their broken lives.
A picture framed
as if all trace of life
was vaporized
and left only is the presence
of this emptiness
and in such a place as this
you have never felt
more unalone.
Surrounded only
by the relics of the now dead,
mocking life in the grotesqueness
of what is left behind,
even within this display
of domesticity abandoned
or put on wait
there is no place
for the living.
Can you feel it
the passing moments
when the darkness
grows darker
as if a shadow passes
without a casting light
only subtle movement
in the darkening quiet.
Down these corridors
laced with echoes
of those who once trespassed
their voices trapped
among the ruin
of stone and their broken lives.
A picture framed
as if all trace of life
was vaporized
and left only is the presence
of this emptiness
and in such a place as this
you have never felt
more unalone.
Surrounded only
by the relics of the now dead,
mocking life in the grotesqueness
of what is left behind,
even within this display
of domesticity abandoned
or put on wait
there is no place
for the living.