Lithograph - Epicurean

All I ever wanted to become more than the vision of I

yet in these moments I’ll be defined

language constructs of my decline, and still I feel nothing

I’ve gone where death cannot follow

and within those words be born again…

Will I see our temple left in ruins, in the absence of love?

Though my intentions still remain, I’ve severed my ties

and I will pull you out from shelter, to stand within the fire

and in passing, you’ll realize the point, the cause

at which my rage can know no bounds…

I’ve felt this presence for a lifetime, and if you keep your silence

I promise to close my eyes.

These days can’t be undone, but one day you’ll understand

Why I turned away.

I have not lost my way

I’ll return in the shadows of our last day.

I have looked upon that distance

And rely beyond my vision

I have given more than I can stand, and I still remain

until the bitter end when I stand before you.

Now, it is this in which I endure to see her face

in this life or the next, wherever I find my place

It’s in the veins of my design, and still I feel nothing

I’ve gone where death cannot follow

and within those words be born again…

I feel my focus, stray off this distance of me

is it still my face, hidden behind the mask where I…