Super Six 4

I'm sitting a room smaller than the tiniest pinheads. There's a door on my right, but there isn't a handle. The chair's as dark as the blackest sin. My skin is cold, my thoughts are not my own.
Miles away, men are dying for my beliefs, and yet here I sit. In a dilemma only they knew. Only they knew. Only they. They. And are the men dying proud of what they are fighting for? Yes, and I know for a fact they are. Still this world criticises their actions. The world calls them evil men. Evil they are not, just men who know what they are doing. And the men who knew.

My room darkens. My thoughts fade. I sit behind a table full of lies and deceit. A table meant for death and judgement. It's easier than looking at them in their eyes and telling them the truth. They knew it. We all did. And we failed. Still here I sit, more alone than I ever was before they left, losing what remains of my sanity through the psychosis that runs in my mind every single second. Trying to find a better side in the human race, a search, altogether seeming more often of late, to be futile. It pains me. The missing link in me, over the years burning more and longer than it ever has. The time runs out, the hope diminishing as each second passes by, the panic settling in. I wish I could speak your language, know your pain, my brothers, my sisters. I would sing your songs that moved me to tears, that I saw such misery in your lives as if they were mine. I want to be with you, I want to feel what you feel. Despite the distance, my friends, I understand you, with every word. You all are here beside me, in every thought, in every beat, in your very existence.

There are good people in this world. But we all lose our hopes and dreams when the inevitable looms before us, warning us, taking our beliefs away. We crumble in sorrow as I, as they have all done. And here I sit alone behind the smiles and laughter. Behind bright eyes and clever words.
They have all gone, yet I remain, a monument, a page in history, a forgotten reminder that mankind tried and failed, over and over to bring you, all of us back together.

I love you, the ones that died for what you and I believed. The ones that carry this message throughout the ages. The ones that still watch the sunset every day, wondering what the day after would bring. The ones that read bloodied letters of love and reconsiliation. The ones that weep for the ones that were always with them.
The ones that never give up hoping...



I was waiting, waiting for a long time
In the dark shadow of grey towers
In the dark shadow of rain towers
You will see me waiting forever
One day it will come back
Over the lands, over the seas
The blue wind will return
And take back with it my wounded heart
I will be pulled away by its breath
Far away in the stream, wherever it wishes
Wherever it wishes, far away from this world
Between the sea and the stars