A Vapor Trails (Soundwork of A Comet Appears by The Shins)

Move past
worlds preserved in glass,
With an unsurpassed knowing.

Darkness descends,
without a dare,
Donning a cloak, creeps into light.
Carves you into modern thought
And it's showing.

Will you accept this fate's invitation?
A whittler’s battle fought,
a kettle providing its steam.
And still, life's there.
But can you hold onto
the cemented failure’s jagged edges?
Or will that fall as well?

Childhood's games
all in a book's lies.
Clarity lost in a glance at a comet,
loneliness is embodied.
Grief grows through God's allowance,
And I let go.

An Übermensch's ubiquity
exists only in lore,
and my sins' sincerity
crashes down every facet of pain.
Now scarred by punishment
and memories of
a golden time.

Lies can rule,
or truth can reign.
Yet the patter of my time
matters not in history’s
amnesiac records.

Dust’s mark left,
more than my vapor’s trails
can dream to.

"And still to come,
The worst part and you know it,
There is a numbness,
In your heart and it's growing"

Suspension Over Darkness.

Expectations fade into half-finished dreams
R.E.M's joke on God.
Heavy piano notes drift through Man's fog.
Ink's seeping into nature,
And I am impure.

Exile.

Twilight's intricacies,
interrupted.
Bruised existence pushed into solitude,
Dried, crusted wax of a candle proving darkness.

Continuous grasps at hypothetical light;
Sent tumbling forward, failed.
A bleeding soul is twisted and robbed,
Left grey and limping.

Moist air in a cavern recess provides prison,
Exile from the universe's utopia of life.

Until, (A narrative poem)

They said I’d embody honor.
I was taught that life couldn’t be lived better.
A king’s knight, what could surpass such a position?
I was sold.
I trained, I fought, and I won.
I was the leader, the front man, the one who mattered most.
Life made so much sense. It was ME who defined what was.
Lives depended on me, and I responded.
I fought, I bled, I lived.
Until,

They said it’d help you straighten your mind.
I didn’t know better, life didn’t matter.
What’s heroin? What’s cocaine? What’s peyote?
I was sold.
Led my life into despair, dust clung to dust on my skin.
Yellowed, like a cigarette butt, my life wasn’t even life.
Life was whatever it was. I didn’t care, just needed to be gone.
I depended on no one; especially not myself. I was fragile.
I shot up, pushed myself into nonexistence, but lived.
Until,

They didn’t say anything.
I was taught by life.
An accountant, a lawyer, a fast food cook, and tens of others.
I had no choice.
I drifted. I sometimes loved. I was.
Got a family, and took care of them. Continued my life of blank stares.
I depended only on air, water, and land.
I moved, cared, tried, and lived.
Until,

You don’t think of it,
But life ends.
So I grasp, and breath, and try.
A battle gone wrong,
A shady dealer with a shadier drug,
A failing heart,
But no regrets, and no looking back.
A life lived. Lives lived,
Lives fulfilled,

And so they end,
Colors fade, lights epitomized in a tunnel of white,
The end.