Believe

the sky is empty on this pitch black night
no stars linger here
simply darkness
and as i gaze beyond my ceiling less palace
leisurely this cold chafing draft creeps over me
reminding me of existence
yet why this feeling of extinction
forgotten. absent from reality
the voices echoing within the hallways
are simply remnants of a distant past forever lurking
undying
i tire. these games bore me
how must i see what’s not there
understand words unclear
signs i cannot read
miracles never achieved
the loneliness is simply eased by the meaningless murmurs these fortified walls have to offer
yet i wonder.
is this all this world has to offer?
such a futile thought
but imaginable or not, i as well have delve within the creases of the instructions
considering a journey from the abyss
so invoke if u must
as if he or one ordained would refute
pointless
pointless as your collective persistence to find the answer
pathetic
pathetic to consider a simply thought of fate would cause me to Believe