The Black Curtain

Tom... Tell me about your daydream.

Did the sleepless silence

that trapped your burning soul

remind you of your bleeding past?

Can you hear the void

asking for a moment of respite?

Has the pain we felt taught

you humility and distance?

You are knocking on the door

of hell again, condemning yourself

to a distance so bottomless

that the most beautiful dream

cannot understand it.

Tom... Your heart, so beautiful

despite suffering, overpowers the era

in which you had to be born.

Tears, too heavy as usual, soak into

your overflowing conscience.

Misunderstood for all eternity,

you had to find your way back.

The roadside you were heading down

split in half.

The distance, peering out

from behind the black curtain,

defies a broken soul.

I don't want beauty to divide us.

I don't want dreams to fill us.

I want your death to also be mine.