Unborn
	In the silent stretches of one man’s dreams In the sacred aura of an unborn scream Something goes lacking, fallen away A life that was promised, then fades to grey I sit here staring, It falls away Blackness on whiteness, with no shades of grey Colliding memories and things we fear say Memories empty hearts turn black Destiny falls to another attack Why are we suffering, why do we care Tomorrow forgotten a part of the fear Nothing flows faster, it empties away Nothing is left here, existence it fades My life it is hollow, waiting in vain My soul sits impatiently waiting in pain Is there one everything to everyone Is there a one? I once was a one to more than myself I once was perfection, or a facade of health Empty and full, and substance run deep Deep as a puddle and three kinds of mean Following my thoughts in a downward trend You can see the future beginning after the end. ~Matt Ernst ©2006 Wilson Ernst Enterprises. All rights reserved.