the Window from I by Skeltima

A dream of life unlived unfolds before my blackened eyes
Through the opened Window, by the rope in my hands
By the grace of will and bleeding palms
Might I continue a glimpse at what never was

And though my soul is wretched and my strength is wearing thin
I cannot bear to lose sight of the faces that I've seen
A mother, and a child, and a tree-laden grove
A golden sun to warm the earth
A river through which I may flow

Strength is failing
Hands are burning
Body is weakened
The Window is closing

One final image to carry forward into the Black of eternity
Though I can't bear to leave my dream
There's nothing left of me

Where once in life I found the space to hide my evils away
Here now at the end of time
They confront me every day

Mind is wandering
Soul is waning
Blood is drying
Sweat is depleting

Withered and bedraggled and alone for none to see
Clinging to my sacred rope, a hopeless, wordless plea
One more hour, one more day, before I succumb
To unfurled fingers dragging endless Black across the room

I never had capacity to carry my sins
I never carried sorrow for the lives I displaced
I never sought forgiveness in the light of any god
My punishment is earned, my placement among the Lost

Spine is curling
Skin is breaking
Bones are bending
The light is ending

One final image to carry forward into the Black of eternity
Though I can't bear to leave my dream
There's nothing left of me

Where once in life I found the space to hide my evils away
Here now at the end of time
They confront me every day

And I feel nothing but rope burns
And I see nothing but a fleeting smile
An image burned into the rolling inky Black
And I hear nothing but the river in my head

Please open the door, I can't see anymore
Please open the door, I can't feel anymore
Please open the door, I can't hear anymore
Please

• Metal
• Maryland