Pawning The First Move

There are many words I can only leave unsaid

― dead and broken, incapable of resurrection.

Loss and tragedy, emotion and destiny.

Hush now, darling. Silence is my only lullaby.


While the vacuum of the unknown is slowly devouring me,

the unrelenting mindless games are poison slowly killing me.

The end is death and it does it even matter?

No, not at all darling. No, not at all. Hush.


My redemption is at hand and my reward is glistening before my eyes.

I could leave, close the door, burn the bridges then throw the keys.

But I just can't. Not now.

But I am already on my way.


For the good? I still cannot say.

Let it drift, let it fly, let it die.

But I am already on my way,

pawning the first move.