Thought #6

Mind-sculpting again
another chip and the work will be finished
two figures constrained
limbs entwined
in an eternal slumber

one figure's eyes open
still dreaming
still thinking
its soul as imagined by the artist
a bound chest
chains holding it above a cold stone floor

the other figure's eyes shut
its soul remains a mystery, a dark blur

both hope the other breaks the silence
but when this happens
a thousand swords will pierce the chest
the dark blur will cover everything

what of the salvation
to an unrequited love