Meteorites

The science, the left hand - the cynic of my soul

A safe grip, a smooth path - the ground on which, I roam

The right hand, a splendour - am I a man of God?

Segregated from the hopeless common thought

We venture through nature, oblivion and awe

Drowning in the fear that we can't escape this shore

If we can't live together then we will die alone

Separated from our only form of hope

I wake unscathed and breathing. My whereabouts unknown

You bore such misery. Then you gave it all to me. What is your next bequest?

Your vision's off, your misled delusions. (why am I not surprised)

And soon you'll see we're not the enemy

Lavish in these words you may not understand

Who could've predicted that this would be our bitter end

Miracle occurred - the chance is sickly thin

Between the bruises and contusions that rest on our skin

We cleared the ocean deep, thrown downward from the sky

But the sensation of a pull encourages the 'why?'

The walls are ripped apart, the fumes have met the flames

And the resistance of the flooding wind keeps them at bay

I hear caucophany a clamour of a fear

A fear that wracks somebody's every nerve beyond a tear

The turbulence is fierce, as it exacerbates

And I begin to witness everything about my fate

As all my senses fade, despite my own protest

The tunnel vision in the corner of my eye defects

My fingertips are numb. I cannot hear the blight

And with this atrophy is blinding absence of light

Have I lost you in a world of danger? Have you forgotten me?

Am I a stranger in a strange land calling for a reason?

Longing, forgiven - taking my last stand

Your vision's off, your misled delusions. (why am I not surprised)

And soon you'll see we're not the enemy

Break my fall, or risk it all

I can see your ulterior motives

Breaking down the walls

I can see the goodness feed you

As the darkness envelops me

I have no way of changing this trajectory