【Sorrowful Song】

Into my thoughts poured the liquid song of our remaining influence; the gentle twangs of distortion in key causing the sharp and flat of tune to mix, bringing about prominent evidence of our eminent downfall.Oddly fitting was this hymn of despair, electronic element flickering along with the silence light of the living—no, the existing—fizzing out as night infiltrated the skies and atmospheric value despite the heaviness and humidity, a silence in the air perturbing those remaining in the outdoors loose yet suffocating embrace.I stood atop balconies overshadowing all, sight taking in the sea of metal structures which comforted the close minded and unaware; those who were attached and addicted to the fresh oxygen flooding their veins without their conscious knowing. A capitalistic decision concerning even chemical compounds had been made before my time, the patenting of oxygen and water in their natural forms. Life was something bought, not earned through the struggle of education and exploration.Education was something you gain while keeping your life on the line, breathing the carbon and methane instead of the sweet bringer of life itself. We fear the truth and therefore refuse to face it with bravery, remaining chained to medication and synthetic living void of the sun’s gentle kiss.The song continues to play, one of solemn days and an approaching end. As fleeting as the rays of day, light by light the world around my being turned grey, nearly matching my malnourished carapace. That which had been starved of sun’s kiss and earth’s organic blessing, my only nourishment had been eaten away gradually by the acid’s tongue- a blessing from the corporations monopolizing over energy ingenuity.These acids would rain from heavens decayed and sullied day in, day out. Supporting the snares of rhyming chorus while eating away at the brave, bringing their health to a crawling speed like that of the fallen loris, a being preyed upon and diminished with such incredible ease. Like such a mammalian being those devoured by the showers surrender to illness and acceptance within due time.That’ll soon be me, as pitiful as it may sound to admit it’s only realistic and healthy to accept one’s impending downfall in the hands of freedom and the will to survive outside the lines of medical ward.It tickled, if I’m to be completely honest with those listening. The sensation of walking the line between breathing and suffocating became one of pleasure. Pain is the only sensation and clue that life persists within you, LIFE unchained, freed from the bindings of funds and lies.Life, that which is sure to end in due time in accordance with the dwindling of health instead of the funds pumped into supporting blood flow’s continuation.The song gradually slowed, volume lessening as all was dimmed light by light, until only those alongside my own body remained lit. The tune of descent had replaced that of meditation, the bass of heartbeat felt through clenched teeth dictated the slackening time ascertained.The final note came as all light was extinguished not of its own will, but of the failing of body and mind.It is only the termination of life that may cease the beating drum of thought and innovation, alas alack for breath itself has been exhausted, diminished by the forces uncontrolled and opposed through that very breath.Life not loved is not that, but merely a tolerated and spent existence—a painful and tiresome game of waiting for each grain of sand to fall through the gaps.The anthem of this wasted life is the carol of trickling sands cascading through the many life-bearing obstacles undesired yet causation for necessity. Though when those obstacles fade those very grains may become the ballad of our blood, rhythmic crescendos leading to the final lyric; the light turns off.Click.