Age Takes Me Again
By Chip Marks

Age takes me again through countless chapters without you
Hidden stories you will never read
Sentences written in the dirt of this swirling nightmare
Dust storms of forever release you to a freedom without me
Choking breath of skies gone grey that Ill never taste
You look behind for me, crawling through my dark fantasy
Wretched moments fill me with solutions beyond my time
Clamoring effects in vacuous dream world I know only through this last breath
Broken moments destroyed by committees of the lost
These endless sidewalks I move down lost in winters blue hold
This village emptied by my hand, quiets red splattered demands
The essence stains my hands beyond the skin, cancerous black tastes
On scarred knees I crawl to this final eclipse of the seven suns
Blue moons fill my eyes in these final thoughts of you
Silence by you is my destruction, you move past me again
I am the ghost of this dreary manner, never seen by day
I watch from the darkness to melodic drones of strings on swirling rue
Endless regrets in the ruins of my planet
Kneeling again to your statue, pools of your reflection
This place does not end, contrary hell in my last heavenly fantasy
No visit from powers beyond, no sacrifice left for smaller beings
I give these treasures I fondle in hopes I will smell your passings once more
This place is mine; no death haunts this never-ending dream
No darkness, no lights, just grays and gold of my decaying dream