I am soundless, without form;
I have no hands, no headlights.
yet i see everything, touch anything
I float through the minds of masses.
I can be spoken,
yet cannot express anything myself
for I am without voice
I am... a thought.

a fruitless fat tree swimming in nurtured soil
my mood changes as the seasons go,
Sometimes in purposeful contradiction
The flowers around me flee in dread
for if they remain grounded,
they whither
Thorns and weeds see my shadow as the mouth of abyss
The muscles of my limbs are full of energy
The leaves never want to depart,
even when seasons call for detachment.
Yet, the oxygen i breathe is an invitation to death
Yes, i am lifeless
I am, death wrapped in a mask of life

With you
Tranquillity invaded
The heirs of love found a home in me
Yet once more
familiar date of expiry arrived
For a while
I'd hoped my heart would not expire
the fervour it housed for you.

You haunted me with whispers about your dear
You obsessed with honey traps meant to ensare the object of obession
You crushed my sense of reason and glued it together with madness

The little that remained always wondered,
was this love of yours a perverse ******* that loved all it could never possess?
It always questioned why, in each of your failures you never gave up
You scorn, and find displeasure to all that desires to possess you.
Oh you sadist, when will your obsession with the things you can't possess ever be satisfied?