Beginning of the end... 1st part

by Janis krumins

Beginning of the end

My verses were trying to touch
what my arms could not reach.
But now,
the tainted pen is dragging on and
falls into the dust of time
for it is no longer able to bleed
the cold spirit of the pain,
that oozes deep and beyond
the rhythm of this tired life.
I am slowly becoming
the shadow of yesterdays
as the musk of my lover,
by the spring wind blowing away

Lying awake,
in the prison of my own making,
afraid to meet the next dawn
as my grand naivety still,
feeds upon the dreams and hopes
bathed in the resplendent hues
nestling in my soul.
Cracks on the wall have grown too long
letting me watch the twilight crawling through
to become a reminder of your smile
and once again, behind the gray circles
I am thinking about the
all that could have been,
could have been
could have been
could have been
could have been

Oh baby, my baby
I am without you,
grieving far, so far away from you.
And as your brilliance lingers on the lips of Dullness
in the ocean of crystallized drips of emptiness
my voice forging with numbness.

Oh, I feel paralyzed...

Maybe, it was just
one too many
unspoken whisper,
one too many unseen teardrops
that left the two of us infidel,
to fall apart,
and become the lost pieces
of Love's incomplete puzzle