Pages
Pages
Pages, lacerated and ripped off
As of the falsehood tore apart
For the unconventional lies ahead of him,
His futile, paced life taking turns
Into making him believe in the multiple existences
Each flowing down the same pit
For any road towards an alternative ending
Steers him, along the same path
For every piece shifted on the board
Every alternative adopted,
He ends up losing his Queen
Lying down the extremities of choice and outcomes
Every story carved out on pages
Each syllable leading to a substitute chapter
All contrasting, yet so indistinguishable
As the color of the ink changes
White on black, black on white
His contrasts featuring multiple universes
Yet end lies in eternal chaos
For the doomsday left neglected
Shall rise to the eternities of existence,
For the sensation of words down pages
Desolation of the truth, amongst the falsehood of lies
Brings peace to the chaos within
For the monosyllables attain the destruction
Of what lies within the chained thoughts
For we keep knocking on closed doors
Pulling strings attached to flashbacks of the past,
Holding on to the moments that lay so broken,
That they can't puzzle up to form memories again,
For stories of loss, can't be mitigated with radiant words
People lost, can't be shackled forever in ripped pages.