For - Never

[plazma]

To the night we go
Always crying
Never understanding
To leave is forever
Becoming and arriving
In this we drown
Without trying to swim
Nothing but
Razor cuts in the dark
Till we crack and burst
To cries of joy and hatred
Overfilled with it
Down in the deep
To places never there
A grey sea of chances
Lost magic and
Abandonment
Where we are
Snatching at scraps
Each fresh thought
Dirtying our souls
Till we grow old
Before time itself
Stands broken
In the crashing roar
Of nights end
And once more
It comes again forever

-plaz-

 

[harraser]

well im thankful i came in here tonight. plaz you know ive always loved the burning empty feeling behind your work. but this is different. its still empty but its not burning anymore. its tired, bored, its drunk and slightly ill from the sicklyness of the drinks.

its wonderful.

"In your arms, I don't know who I am, taking all I know about nihilism and trying to build it into a life."

 

[onetwothreefour]

i felt as if this was really fractured reading through it the first time, but then i got to the end and it felt as if it had flowed perfectly. i realise that doesn't really make sense, but i can't think of any other way to describe it; as if it was more than a sum of its parts.

i wish i could write like that. there's so much going on between the lines, and the lines themselves are so powerful anyway. i love the last two lines within the context of the rest of the piece.

 

[cherub]

^^^ agreed,, i felt it kept building and I liked that part made me alittle anxious to read on!