The window

The dying rays of the sun
Filter through the window
A window so high
That no one can see
What the shadows care to believe ...

Part of an organism dead and decaying
This was once a house with a name on the door
Now people just call it by different names
The house of horror
The house of shame
The house where everything went wrong just one fine day ...

No one knows what the house contains
Can anyone even try to live under its terrible strain ?
Only one man can still remember how this house used to be
And for this very reason
Parting from it, is something he can not see ...

The rays fall on his hands
As the sands of time gather around his feet
He has seen in this life
What people don't see in eternity ...

He cant talk anymore you see
Because its been years since he used his mouth to speak
The sight of his eyes is now forgotten
Tears swept away the light into the depths of the unkown ...

No pain
No sorrow
Nothing left to believe in
No tomorrow ...

Waiting for the wind to blow him away
So that he may break into pieces
And float away
Be part of the night and the day
All I ask of him is to open this window once again ...