Achlys

There is a darkness falling above the horizon,

setting the sun's embers and breaking the hearts

of many, including mine.

Fragile and soft, the night greets the city.

Quiet and lost, it spreads through the streets and settles on the pavements,

but never touches the glamorous buildings or the glowing rivers.

It captivates their eyes, reaching deep inside their souls, snatching what is left of it.

Even the purest hearts can't run away;

the temptation, the appeal,

the way it makes them feel.

So whole, so free,

what more could there be?

In the night, I hide,

running from the destiny they prescribed to me.

"You'll feel better. You'll feel less alone."

They see the part of me that falters-

so high, yet so below.

Can you hear the whispers ringing?

Can you see the look in their eyes?

They crave for a love that isn't there,

that doesn't exist.

Materialistic things can never fill their empty shells,

and they feast in the lavish stars in the skies,

yearning for a meaning in this world.

I wish I could be the same.

I wish I could fall a part to the sight of the night.

But there is nothing more gentle than torturing myself

into thinking I don't deserve to feel that euphoria,

to feel any emotion.

And I drown in the reality of such a pain,

to see such a world be so alive,

and I lay dormant concealed from the outer walls of

ultimate Nirvana.

I hate it, I hate myself,

Savaged from a counterfeit freedom,

and not doing a damn thing about it.