I stand on a cliff, the rubble breaks
it falls away
I can see it, I watch it dissolve into the ocean
Never again being what it once was
Never again being whole
My tears, they drip, drip, drip away with the rubble
Like the cliff, my soul is dissolving, breaking
It cracks in the center, creating four
Which one am I?
I see them, plain as day before me
One becomes four, but four are all one
do I fit? Am I one of them?
Or am I unformed?
Light cascades on the cliffside and I am alone
I am alone with myself and my other selves
One is young, one is old
One is nice, and one is cold
More pieces of the cliffside break away, or is it me breaking?
I cry out in pain, in anguish, in torment
Little speckles of black swarm me
They taunt me, they laugh at me, and they are familiar to me
I see my life in the black butterflies.
Things I’ve felt
Things I’ve seen
Things I’ve done.
Why must I be tormented?
The pressure is too great
It breaks, more and more it breaks and shatters
The ghostly visage of myself in four wither away
And to the ocean I go, to the ocean I dissolve and disappear.