Left for Others

Deathly silence chooses sleep with remorse; heart beaten, breathe free from destiny;
Unflinching questions heaped with visions absorbed the best from me remain left to see.

Rest believes deeply in escape from tests designed by capitulation with nowhere to go.
Pressure of passengers surgically removed as I depart the station with a closed window.

Property never needed, possessions captivated for a time but couldn't keep me sober.
Detention of lessons unheeded; this progress costs, paradise lost and purpose over,

A shroud of loud and singing love encapsulating with kid-gloves but I can't be woken,
Presented on a velvet bed, with kind words perhaps thought but hardly spoken,

I'm not returning, gone. Too afflicted to show bones licked clean to feed fake lovers.
Strain unleashed snaps back to prevent imploding, a space vacated now left for others.