Heir to Silence

Beckon Oh, beckoning From places deep below Abyss-like Peering vacantly Hoping to see To feel To hear Something profound We are witness To our own mishaps Our mistakes And regrets Come back Reliving those moments in time Short as they may have been They repeat Endlessly Muted Greyscaled So here you are In the four corners of your mind Peering Distantly Becoming the heir The heir to silence Profound darkness Night by empty night Escape to other worlds Through you Waiting to be born Lost in the ether of sleep Damned to the tides of decay Pain of loss Strikes heavy Cloud-like burden Reoccurring