The Verge

Oh my
It's right there
It's right in front of my eyes
- Northlane

I'm nearly there.

I see the beacons.
I see the light.
I hear the kick of the gravel,
the rush of the wind at my side,
hurrying along as if it's going to catch trouble
for being out so late.

One step.
Two steps.

The horizon is near.
The horizon is here.
Or it was just a moment ago.
What looked near in the distance
seems lost in close proximity.
Blurred of its allure,
Disfigured in its appearance.

No, this isn't, at all, what had been strived for.

Up the eyes go,
Searching...
Searching long.
Searching far.
And I swear on my mother's grave,
I can glimpse something in the distance
so beautiful it could morph all conflict into peace.
A flash of brilliance.

I'm nearly there.

I hear the roar.
I hear the cheer.
I feel the energy of the crowd,
the rush of their passion at my side,
embracing my heart as if it reflected
the desires they chanted.

One step.
Two steps.

The horizon is near.
The horizon is here.
But the crowd is silent.
What looked like people in the distance
seem like shadows in close proximity.
Silence in the gaze
Figureless in the reflection.

No, this isn't, at all, what had been strived for.

Up the eyes go,
Searching...
Searching long.
Searching far.
And I swear on my God,
I can glimpse something in the distance
that would break the most sacred of bonds in an attempt to reach it.
A flash of brilliance.

I'm nearly there.

I feel the blood.
I feel the essence.
I taste the air in my lungs,
The pith of passion in my side,
Igniting about as if
building for an explosion to the moon.

One step.
Two steps.

The horizon is near.
The horizon is...here.
The heart pumps to the tempo of an empty beat.
What looked like life in the distance
Seems zombified in close proximity.
Routine in the cycle.
Plain to the exterior.

No, this isn't, at all, what had been strived for.

Up the eyes go.
Searching...
Searching long.
Searching far.
And I swear on my soul
The Depths have set darkness upon my eye,
for in the distance lies nothing but an infinite plane.

And I'm nearly there.

One step.
Two steps.

One step.
Two steps.

One step.
Two steps.

One step.

Two...

The End

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