Book of Great Divide: Chapter I - Sandcastles in the Sky

Counted down to extinction: chants usurped the breath, thoughts strained in agony,
Moments sank, their woe audible in verses of truth stabbing the walls,
Motion bloated as each pulse waft through the abominable awareness...

Eyelids clashed to resist the elegance of the candlelit flicker,
Only to clench the teeth in misery to your still presence on the flesh screen.
I am stranded on an island of you, on which obscure facts are abound
You smile, just the way I have never seen you before...

Rallied for a sanguine juncture's embrace, blown out of dimensions within our reach
A petty daftness purported as the center of the glee we have misplaced from our heart,
Tore down the branches of fate for magical sprouts of stiff hopes...

Nothing mattered beyond the vacant possibilities even the percentages were shy to incline;
Soul chained to the barren stardust, I silently pray for the rain to flood,
Battering life to the dream gagged down my heart that bleeds a certain prospect,
Abasing the will to swallow the crude delusion ravaging my hindsight...

Clawing the mud through drought and blood, sucking out the venom of anguish
The treetops will brush the skies as we collect the stars in our basket
You decorate this sandcastle to you will, and with a blink of an eye all perish
As I awaken to the shriveled up cage bashing on its casket