As I found myself in the mere shade
I watched the streets unfold
A symposium of amicable fraternities
Crawl from under the floor tiles
Clad in many, oh so grotesque veils
To douse themselves in miniscule fandangles
Dwindling, flourishing in the sky
To let the amber liquid flow
Gush in spurts in an interminable fashion
As there amongst the spitfire
The chaos never ends

For ages I wandered
But ended in a slumber
I'm just another number
Cause people don't care

But how I fare beyond redemption
On the brink of salvation
I am invincible, I am eternal
And I will stand strong

A puppet on a lonely string
Cannot dance nor move
It barely floats around in place

Please embrace my shallow cask
Don't you laugh at me
For as different I am
We are similar

Yet the puppet proceeds to dance
Their own requiem

A single snow falls from the sky.
It tells a tale of heaven
And happiness we once have lost
In greed and desperation.

Few flakes of snow drop from the sky.
They tell a tale of sorrow,
Of angels watching us with grief,
A world with no tomorrow.

Sheer endless snow comes from the sky.
It tells us tales of ravens,
They fly and view remains of God
Killed by His own creation.

A blizzard wraths upon this earth.
Carrying tales of hatred,
Burrying all that we have done
Cleansing this world we wasted.

Tempo grave, sempre sospirando

An inner nocturne
When I am writing my own opus
The ink stains carress my hand
Crossed out lines, struck down

I am my own symphony
The sad tones of E flat minor
Paint the walls of this chamber a naive black
It creases the sheet music that I play

The resonating chamber within its thorny grasp
Keep my hands from playing
As the melancholic tones
Play their song on their own


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The piano plays
I         yet
  have
     to
       compose


The piano GLEAMS
Something


The piano SINGS
that    keeps    me


||: The piano LINGERS
From             choking
         myself


The piano SUFFERS
In an             eternal
         embrace

The   p i a n o   SCREAMS :||
The   p i a n o   CHOKES
The   p i a n o   DIES
the
      p i a n o

Of              needles
and             thorns

D.S. Al fine, senza repetizione

When it's odd it flows
But when it's even

     the time

Stops

Words
    Swimming through
        My brain

Until I pour my sorrows on the canvas

Does one forget to crack a smile
To turn on the light, to light the fire?
In this neverending shade of grey
We remain with chains around our neck

Why do we wander on our own?
To drown in sorrow, madness
Arms were meant to pull us together
But instead they drag us down

What is existing when we writhe
In pain, in grief, in delusion
Does our mind really cloud our heart?
And beyond that cloud, is a ring of gold