In silence does one really degrade into nothingness?
Does the expansive darkness of the universe hold the key to eternal peace?
A restless soul dreams of a somber sleep, a withering man becomes statuesque as he speaks.
I am what I am, degrading from a lack of need.
What is one to do when the entire world has moved on but you?
Flipping through photographs that don't exist, as if your entire existence was forgotten.
A Renaissance will never occur until one is truly wanted.
Morose smiles adore the faces of loved ones, crass with a failed humor, senses fail and hands close, pulling away.
The senescence of a man.
A life that bore no meaning until his end.
The quintessence that fabricates what mends.
A life that has opened your eyes once again.
The senescence of a man, he gave all he had until he was nothing but a friend.
A reflecting pool, a mirror into the soul.
Toss a stone, skip it across everything you've come to see so slow.
Prosopagnosia, I know.
Somewhere I search for that smile despite forever remaining unknown.
Please remain still as I vanish, yet my voice despite it's failing rasp with always stay, just a moment more would save my restless soul today.
Please wait for me, I am trying to just be at peace.
An epic struggle to keep ones self from collapsing from with in.
The senescence of a man the flesh is weak where he sins.
Oh the tragic senescence, after all we've fought for it all fails us in the end.
Gray stones, wood that bows, a ribbon or a rose.
A spritz of water, a solemn grace said at an alter.
Respect or love, perhaps an unknown.
I have fallen apart somewhere along the way.
Senescence, I'm growing old.
Much to tired to continue down this forsaken road.
I have shared all I have shown, tomorrow I will go.