White noise internally
Incessant cacophonous sound
Brown, violet, violent, vile
The phrasing of inner dementia
Stroking the crevasse ahead
Frolicking inkstained sheets
It is coming
Cram, cram, cram
Blue, black, block, blight
Curious apparatus
Tell me your ways when I slumber
It escapes in the light
Blank, blink, black, bright
Cease
I do not know
What I am doing
What am I seeing
I
Do
Not

Impending doom aloft
A flourish of black
Branded wilted roses
Fill the amber sky with disbelief
Raining down in hues of velvet scarlet
Floral droplets
I grief for their demise

Machinations disobey
Scurrying amok
Claws for fingers
Rising through the inner city
Urban disaster
Endless tangent
I grief for their demise

Empty phrases
On masked faces
A facet of burnt umber
Gazing deeply in greyscale
Hollow words
Mocking me
I don't grief for them

Open your heart to a fairy tale untold
Of a man whose path was ridden with ice and cold

His daunting journey lasted for a while
Looking up projecting a luscious smile

Pristine drips of crimson red in liquid emulsion
Was tended and spread in pure repulsion

A hingeless contortion, amongst cruel distortion
A spiritless effigy brimming with emotion

Standing amongst the colourless plates
The sound of devotion resonates

Wearing a mask in pride, containing a brittle smile

He approached the husk before it turned to dust
It danced in the wind once more

The grim reflection of the creature
That consumes you upon its gaze
Beyond the frigid mirror of liquid
An abyss lurks past the grave

The consolidated surface flounders
The many that defied its existence
As it shatters but reshapes
Shards of cold glass cease the dance

Beyond the mirror lives
The monster residing
In its frozen tomb
Where the amber glow cannot reach

Gentle hands cross the keyboard
They sweep and weep with their gentle touch
The beacon that is our master
Rings of ivory and ebony in gold
The sound contained in the mahogany
For the somber tones that dance within
The solemn overtones resonate
In an elegy beloved, the truth untold
The solemn overtones resonate
That reflect stories of defeat and loss

For the gentle hands that linger over
The board of bone and stone
They hone the masterpiece in unrequited love

For the master plays their song
For the unsuspecting ear to hold and store
The melody playing their strings of unified love
Holding it dear in its innocent cadence,
It caresses emotions within

Somber undertones, overridden by the overtones
Have found a haven within their cask
For the master continues its spiel
Beyond the cracks of their own mask

A lunar cycle passed in memoriam of them
Who helped paving the road to unity
Yet sought the warmth of the sun
The golden gleam shone brightly on the pass
They marched forward

A staple in the system deemed unmatched
An adhesive bond, firmly grasped
Although double-checked it dissipated
The roadmaker came to a fall

Falling silently, they let out a final cry
As the path cracked in time
The road distorted into contortion

What seemed like a peaceful road
Ended up a jagged pass
The falling abruptly ended

The hands that reached out to them
Embraced them in a livid bloom
Of effervescent warmth

I stood amongst the occasion
To guide the roadmaker, creator of the stars
To guide them to their ultimate path

Tracing the lines on your thighs.
I look into your crystal eyes.

Our bodies stick together during humid nights.
Your eyes are stories; bright coloured lights.

Connecting your freckles like constellations.
I try not to give into my temptations.

I reach for your hand under the black sky.
In the dark, nobody can see you cry.

Rest your head on my shoulder and let it out.
I hate how you say you love me with doubt.

We've all got problems, issues of our own.
Nobody needs to go through that alone.

I love you, I touch you every night.
Your neck covered in love-bites.

The only problem I have is loving you.
When you leave, my soul turns blue.

My body radiates like sunlight with you near.
So please, stay tonight, just tonight, my dear.