I fear the day I cease to breathe
The retraction of the unholy
In its nauseating trance
That I am entangled in its captivation
The serenity of the raindrops clouding
As they flounder amongst the field
Protruding the fellow's dance

The day my essence vanishes
Dissipates to naught when I am caught
By the claws of angels that soar the sky
The dazzle of their improbable happiness
Incapable of genuine light
Beyond the velvet marshmallow sky
They reflect a fabricated smile
For suffering merely is lifting its skirt

To lay dying in a world of despair
A landscape of disarray meets their demise
A closure in despise, forgive us for the entropy
For humanity suffers from the perks of greed

Yet the gods watch us from above, they atone
Our prayer, our faith and belief
As we cry and weep as they pinch our cheeks
The lazy gods enjoy the ordeal as we grief

Precious memories align
A vivacious melody bursts out in their gleam
A passionate inferno resides inside of me
A universe special to my heart in its shiny appearance
Singing its inner melancholy

In spite of the analysis I yield
For my soul is on vacation
Going for shopping in the paradise of loneliness

The promise of romance
Lingers through an eternal dance
A childhood adventure unfolded
Embroidered with the hope of happiness
Exiling the remains of sadness
With the passion of love
As fireflies flourish like fireworks
In the marine ocean that is the sky

Opal machinations barring

the primitives
                             magenta and
                             yellow

I stray through the hallway of
           lapis, the ocean's abyss

Endless wandering beneath
The sky where no woolen cloud resides

A colour reserved
          the calm, unheard

In the frigid times, it flounders as many
          it
               calms
                           me

A blanket of
fractures,

ample rigid structures

A liquid
               s
                e
                 e
                  p
                   s

             the   t   cold
                     r
        frigid   o   fragments
                    u
                    g
           ­   of   h   the

                 north


Where tufts gather in the sherbet of -frozen- dust

The glistening indigo amongst
the platinum
blanket

I shiver.

The cutting
wind

admires the empty
shell

for I stood
there

Gazing at the
noise

Cut black.

In transparent fallacy
The temple of glass amongst the cold
golden

sun

speaking       to                  -me-
referring
pointing                  g
lo­oking         at     n           -me-
                             i
                        ris
                   up
         in an

warcry

i t n e v e r s l e e p s

but
I
awaken.

Of tattered cloth and broken string
Everlasting embroidering
Of scrambled emotions within
Mere embracing of naught that stings

Walking through the darkness and cold
Whatever the paths of thorns hold
Everywhere the messenger goes
Who had spread the few words untold

Through blight and fear the light of there
Where the warmth embraces yonder
No place conceals the will to care
Frigid sceneries to wonder

The place where hopes and dreams amass
The haven where no man desires
To call out the endearing pass
Ending up in burning fires

This is my inner epitome
Of which I would have dared to say
Without any words left to sway
The place I always have called home