Journey of One

The light from above,
Descending with the last notes from the echoing choirs chant.
Cooling down, my breath.
As I continue on the stairway of malfunction,
Of the lost, the victims of our long-lost perfection.
Our souls hanging from the puppet strings,
Being lowered to the dark heavens beneath the dirt we came to glorify.
The beautiful, uncontrollable play of shadow on the white sterile, shrieking walls.
Telling a story of how steel and stone all end up the same in the inevitable end.
The last window, miles away, the vapid, dread daylight.
So far gone.

My only companions on this solitary path,
The translucent, the fallen, friend and enemy.
No telling apart, no judgement for what you have done.
All headed to the same unhallowed gates in front of the nether world.
With streams of tears, cold like ice.
With streams of glowing crimson, hot like fire.
No one might ever reach the undesirable end.
It’s only a matter of time till the framework of our rusting clocks will collapse.
When everything that once was one,
Will be one again.