Overtones Of Eventuality Poem by Vision Ghost

Surviving from the false plasma, of a souls daily criteria
Seemingly tasked to co-exist, along with unrelenting fear
Of never finding myself again, in the coil of complexities
Seems I was existing outside, the glass of transparencies

Locked in so tight, I could only breathe to merely survive
Falling from the sanity, of normality, to which I so strive
Confused and unconsidered, in the pace of living the life
Unfelt and never held, as I so longed for another’s strife

Anything but my own pain, to conquer in this total chaos
Each and everyday I said I would do it, to only see the loss
Of another chance wasted, to finally waste myself again
Always a need but never a way, to strike across the grain

To spill my heart from my wrist, to encourage this release
Fate and circumstance for this; a life I am always to fleece
Running down the street, late as always to get somewhere
Taking the blame, though, this was not me and it’s unfair

But this was another time and place, when I was different
For what is the person now, is now me, left to implement
Everything I wished I was, so very long ago in the history
Of certain events that now shape me, to absolute autonomy

For when I once lived, upon a dead heart that’s so far away
Replenished by her touch; undiminished for another day
I feel your fingers caress my soul, and turn me back to this
To present day of searching, in myself to find my own bliss

The clouds are dissolving from my mind; open to pastures
Every word you speak to me, is the very essence of cures
To flesh out my desires, as I desire your kiss so close to me
That once we are together, and I can eventually be so free