Honey-Flavoured Cyanide

Of all the days that have passed in the last few months, this is one of the toughest I’ve had to spend. I can’t for the life of me figure out just what I should be doing and for some reason, even my usually ultra-reliable laziness is not coming to my rescue to ease my restlessness. Strange when one pauses to think of just how inert (No, not inept, inert) and lazy I am under normal circumstances… Ah well, the trick is to keep breathing…

A much better dawn may await the sleeping,
Than the dusk you hold in your embrace.
But would you see the never-ending sea,
Or choose to live the next man’s Fate?

Don’t lose your way, stand still at the fork,
I’ll rescue your faith as I’ve done before,
Try not to fail as you try no more,
Nobody suffered in oblivion

Stand still and cry or walk and smile,
For a little while, leave the fear behind,
For each one that tried, a million died,
Fame is naught, but what of pride?

It wasn’t the day, but the mind of yore,
When you spoke again of the holding of more
For each step you ponder in your mind,
Hark back to when the past left you behind

If that was you, what would I be?
Or would you perhaps light it up for me?
A million flames now lick the sky,
Where a moment before the last spark did die

A wall behind but that’s still the way,
I can’t go on, for I’m not there,
Of those that are, not a word I say,
For maybe tomorrow, myself I’ll betray