A Semblance Waning (Live)

I am the iota, the fragile reminder

The most meager piece, a fragment enduring

The left behind and carried forth

But this scrap is empty, hardly the strongest

Still standing for it could endure

I am like chaff, a reed that is bruised

The smoldering flax and flickering wick

I'm utterly hollow - devoid not pious

The one who has tasted and can't be restored

As if some descendant of my very self

I roam and scrounge and fight for life

A shard of some former glory

I scavenge in search of reason, motive or cause

Any old morsel that I might feast

Or begin laying a brick upon

But what's unearthed is nothingness

The all-encompassing nullity

What do I think I will uncover?

What do I expect to change?

Survival driven by pain and fear

In efforts to save the helpless soul

Answers itself to nothing at all

A suspect of gravest suspicion

And therein lies the great dilemma

Might death provide the only rest?

But I cannot cause myself to sleep

The inmost always tends to err on the side of life

Enduring through existence often seems to me

An ailing and crippling fixation

True life one cannot be freed from

But rather, somehow, freed into