In the Abyss

Dark…no light.
Dark…no light.
Dark…no light.
Dark…no light.

Starting slow
Hold on, don’t panic
(lost blind dark confused what I don’t know who are you)
Stop, rewind
I remember
(I don’t know lost dark blind where are you who am I)

Take it out now keep it all intact
While the man up there tries to keep up the act
My son still loves you that’s a fact
Digging out of here am I slow to react or

Stop, rewind
I remember
(crossed path life lost or so it would seem)
It was my own life
I did it to myself
(take it off closed eyes open perchance to dream)

In the abyss I await but not lost or confused
For the moment I awake but my mind is in use
Call “Christopher” (Christopher!) “Christopher” (Christopher!)
Even though he can’t hear his name
It’s still an echo (plated) soundly (faded)
Casual deadly serious game

And so I’m sorry to the man born phoenix to my phaedrus
Yeah, I left a life in pieces but it’s my life that had made us
I’m a puzzle yeah for real I’m not sleeping I’m not gone
Take good care of my daughter—father—brother—mother—son

Calling “Christopher” (Christopher!) “Christopher” (Christopher!)
Even though he can’t hear his name
It’s still an echo (plated) soundly (faded)
Casual deadly serious game

Calling “Christopher” (Christopher!) “Christopher” (Christopher!)
Even though he can’t hear his name
Once more he’s hoping that the door will open
Maybe this time I can take the blame.

Calling “Christopher” (Christopher!) “Christopher” (Christopher!)
Even though he can’t hear his name
Once more I’m hoping that the door will open
Maybe this time I can take the blame.

Dark…no light.
Dark…no light.
Dark…no light.
Dark…no light.
Light.

Definitely influenced by how much Imogen Heap I’ve been listening to lately, though the story comes from Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Maybe I’ll try to record this at some point.

Part of Poem-a-Day 2014. Title donated by Patricia N.