The Darkness Grows Ever Longer

 

the darkness grows ever longer…

 

i observe across the wilderness of my heart
the campfires of despair which are as numerous as the stars
that echo the names of the descendants of my deception and isolation

 

if there was still a way to tell you of my dreams
if there was still an effort i could make
to end the long drought of this storm
that whips the arid regions of my soul

i would lead you to the oasis to drink
deep beneath the long cruel moon
that demands a sacrifice of the self
where the final remarks are written in blood
before the shadows quicken into the hardness of hatred

 

little hope i hold at this moment
when my words merely confuse
and cut to the quick of your essence

 

little hope i hold for this moment
when i finally awaken from my years
of running through the wastelands of denial
to comprehend this wall i have built brick by brick
within my mind as i aspired to reach the gates of god
through the fertile crescents of other canaans

 

i have strayed far and know not the way home
i have strayed far and watch the sun slowly ebb
and in the growing twilight of my days it cools diminishes
the few reasons left for me to seek more
than the fields of desolation that i have sown

 

i have strayed far and know not the way home

 

i have strayed far

 

…and the darkness grows ever longer