The Absolute Negation Of All Things Understood

The leaves have fallen, cast about my feet as I toil aimlessly about these woods.
Silent.
Some undefinable feeling grips the air, & I am lost to what it could mean.
I cast these notions aside, though.
I have dreamt a new dream, one of loss.
I can feel all at once.
He will deny himself, & only to those which give to him in return will he show his true nature.
Allow us to walk now, through these silent yet understanding woods.
From rivers past I find myself in a glen of sorts.
Here we stand, speaking no truths, only the absolute negation of all things understood.

A gentle breeze passes by, & I am at ease.

A Dream Of Without

There is a low rumble reverberating off of the walls.
The sound bounces, & you can hear & almost translate the silent murmur of the dissonant noise.
Corner to corner he slips silently between the bodies, & as I see him move, I cower beneath a glass table.
I am the table, fragile & transparent.
My hollow body, my anchored soul, my thoughtless mind.
I dream & am awake.

The walls are gone now, along with the bodies, & I stand alone, naked, covered in blood.
They all appear as shadows, lonely hearts in mind, my mind.
There is no ceiling as I look up, & the shadows swim above me, taunting, doubting, leading me
to a home of ill-consequence.
My blood is now theirs, my heart is now yours.
We live to awaken, & in my resurrection I view the silent beauty & sobering chaos of the individual.

Grey, Grey, Grey

Spiny wooden fingers resting on a trunk.
A trove of life, but leafless & somewhat dead.
Grey, Grey, Grey.
There is no sun today, & bleak is the way she describes her feeling.
Smoke billowing from my mouth, plumes of words follow into an eternal transference of subconscious thought.
I can't breath.
I'm swimming, icy water burns my nostrils, my head hurts.
We'll die together, here, but you'll never know of my existence.
Stuck in-between these buildings as quiet and apathetic as you've always been,
& always will be.
Grey, Grey, Grey.

Canyon Hymn

Silent Hymn, procession of those who's hearts are shattered, left forgotten in sheep's wool.
You hear the canyon speak; Allow him within to hold now. We drink the blood of our ancestors for this silent canyon hymn.
We have been forsaken, lost to those in their fervor of piety and justice.
We have no footing, on this craggy rock, as we sing this canyon hymn.
Oi, Oi!
Ee, Ee!
Lay yourself down, soak in the the wine and depravity of drunken hope!
Oi, Oi!
What have we now but ourselves!?
Ee, Ee!
We've been left to decide, lay silent in prayer as we sing this canyon hymn!