To Silence

Breathing, but not alive
Dreaming, but not asleep
Crawling, but not gone enough
To forget the pain that lasts

In the hopeless canyon of the fleeting now
Screaming at heavens and crying at shadows
In the hopeless stillness of the present
Wishing away, away to neverending silence

If suffering it is that brings about art
Then let me die and banish the art forever
If life it is that brings about wisdom
Then let me die and be never the wiser

When the wholeness of being has been broken
And tears are all that are left to come
From the broken heart, hewn asunder by time
Let me die and never behold another dawn