seeking the emptiness
finding only empty
filled of everything
to want
to have
to own
pretenders of Beatrice
dressed alike Sophia
motions the empty filled that follows
glittering fashionable Lemmings
in all postures fixed in forms
in all expressions of dance
in dying beats
hollow, taut
dry
dazzled blinded eyes
chases strobes of reality
high then there perhaps here
relentless chase
hardly breathing ever sucking
noxious fumes
ever ready to rush innocent lungs
silently
all drop
in ones and twos and millions
eyes still chasing
spinning in empty corpses
gaping hollow mouths
caught in unending screams
teeth in white memory
disguised alike aged tombstone rows
where towards
out from Purgatory
my Beatrice
my Sophia
fallen as I
do I not did even lived a life worthy of a tomb
is no grave an unworthy hole
dignified enough
for my return embrace of the earth
truly Beatrice released my hand
truly Sophia unspokenly whispered
arise
time is now an awakening
thus you must leave me
and Beatrice
seeking the finding
filled of everything
drowning in her warm clutches
immersed of years
if love
then suffer I the drowning
if truth
then suffer I the death of undying
a reawakened life ...
~third_eye @SHaYAP©
Source: seeking the emptiness
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