You are my sunshine
When you think you aren't
You are my haven
When all seemed lost

You are my fortress
That protects me dearly
You are the forest
That conceals my grief

And ever so longing
For a moment so brief
I wish you knew
How much I believe

In you
Just you

Brittle needles stuck in my back aflame
Charring the remnants of the scars
From another universe
Another time, forgotten
As it yields golden flowers
Does the sun shine for you?

Clamped legs in a living crevice
Through vicious mauling by serrated claws
A mirror so blue
Stained in red, a wishful death
But would it cease the pain
Does the sun shine for you?

Severed limbs in quarantine
Through static cast in ecstasy
Shift. Enter. Select.
Control. Space. Accept. Send.
Bundled a wisp of fortune
Does the sun shine for you?

A faint reminiscence of flowers
Green, Yellow, Gold, Black
Amongst piles of flayed flesh
Does the sun shine for you?
Amongst the ashes of the flowers
When does the sun set?

What remains is an empty cask
Eyes swollen, rotten sockets
Blackened teeth, a sweet relief
When does the sun set?
Does the sun shine for you?
Happiness. Two screens away.

Predatory traces remain amongst the spread soot
The ashes that bore the incentive of a smile
A lonely ribbon flew along the scene - it was caught;
Grasped by the canids of a desperate pastime.

"Papa, can you hear me?"
"I will be holding the candles today"
"You have returned at last..."
"... but why did you leave again?"

Muffled screams, stinging pain, faint echoing of what remains,
The vitality that lingered in the sun,
Disappeared, in its stern gleam.

Trails of anguish resonate through the field, a grand feast
Clotted tufts, sent with grief, are held and spread over the field
My dearest father,
When the light shone down and revealed its deceit,
A realm that struck me headfirst, belittling me,
As you dance with the wind, I cry for an eternity.

The hounds of decay sing a melody, so daunting, intimidating tones
In deafening ecstasy, the games the shepherds play,
The ceasing of a prosperous juvenescence, killing feisty innocence.

In a loud cascade, the scenery deteriorates
Lush wisps of fire, dulled petals flourish in the wind
Dim embers, odoriferous leaves that dwindle amongst the feet
In anger they remained at the efflorescent poppies
The putrid grave that yielded

The warmth of the snow felt enticing, exciting
The numbed senses within the blank slate.

"I will be home tonight"
"Crying in the darkness"
"For my dearest smile..."

"... exists no more."

Respiratory chambers inhale the frigid air
And distorts its inner peace
Visions flounder and loud noises
As the water carresses its surface

The water retracts yet the peace remained violated
Simultaneously being unexposed to the change

I exhale but frail air merely makes me meek
To the fumes of an alternate similarity

I walk along the paths of cobble amongst the dim street light,
An elegant choreography of colours fills the amber sky as my mind drifts away.
In the distance, the symphony of the wind plays.
I hear its allegro, its presto -- it is a masterpiece for the senses.

I stroll for what seems like an eternity, thinking about that elusive feeling
Of a white hand caressing my shoulder --
I stop.

The gates open in front of me.

A golden glow dispels my foggy breath as the sky fills with cinders and dust.
The light calls my name as I stand there petrified;
What was golden turns dark orange.
My eyes refocus. I wake up.

I feel soft embrace of the rain.
The effervescent smell of petrichor fills my nostrils as darkness consumes my thoughts.
The penultimate burden is the least cumbersome, for the most daunting one trails the contour of my head;
A white hand emerging behind me.

As I stand amongst
Tracks of iron and pebble
I try to jump in

But the brazen bull
Comes storming in with anger
But it is too late

Do you remember what you felt
When you stood with both feet on the ledge
And I pulled you in
Do you remember?

Do you remember what you saw
When the void drew all light away
And I lit your path
Do you remember?

Do you remember what you did
When you couldn't take it anymore
And I missed your depart
Do you remember?

Do you remember what I meant to you
Cause I don't

I did not avert my gaze as I found myself

Staring intently,
Pondering subsequently,

Deep down the draining abyss
That ****** in eveything around me

I was
             continuously gazing,
             permanently paralysed,

Neither the shadows would move
Nor my soul would leave their quarters

             Unbudging bridges,
             Overflowing ridges,
I saw

All that was left ****** down a vacuum
Of gleaming darkness

Light retracting,
Eyes refracting,

A dimension in the twilight realm as abstract as me

Empty husks roll past the meadow,
Cascading upon what seemed initially imperceptible,
Deducting from the nothingness ocurring
From the transdimensional planes

Broken bonds,
Drowned *****,

The pull was too strong as it consumed me whole

A foggy mess dwells
Through abandoned cells
And in perspiration
Pours out of my chest

In the neverending mass of
Inner monologues and doubt
I ponder, my heart slaughtered
But yet it remains

The stakes are my life force
That keeps me a float in
The howling abyss that affects
My dying heart

For its punctures give me force
For whatever reason they hold
As I open my core, flowering like a rose
And out of all of those

Chains of letters pour out
Clumping up like cancer
On the paper, the ink-stained canvas
Please let me find my resting spot

As the war has taken
Our king from the throne
As I, the light, am burdened
To hold my father's corpse
The soft voice of the wind
Caresses the rotten flesh
Of those whose light
Burned brighter than the sun

As the sun sleeps
The moon calls forth
The dances of the night

As the sun awakens
Be it the darkness
Be it the daylight

These ruins are my home
Who guide my light to the world

As the wind drags along
The ashes of the light
As everything was taken
And murdered after the fight
The voice of the wind
Is harsh, loud and cold
The remains of them
Whose name hold a reminiscence

As the sun sleeps
The moon calls forth
The rituals of the night

As the sun awakens
Be it the darkness
Be it the daylight

The light moves forward
And guide me back home

I watched the boiling gleam amass inside
The radiant glow that embraced me in warmth

It enticed me in its heat, intention underneath
As it burned intensely like the sun

Incandescent flourish of the fire
The blossoming of inspiration

I was embued in the amber hue
Renaissance of my inner witness

I brought my emotions to the front
As the calm finally hit me

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

The master called forth their students
To carve their names in stone
The eternal bond eroding the tablet
The cobble roaring and rolling
Along the beak of the mountain pass

The master chiseled their marks;
The students followed - their hammers
Slamming in unison, the sonorous ringing;
A symphony of erosion on the brittle plate

Elated by the performance, the stone screamed
It echoed through the valley

"Fear not", the master preached and turned to their students
"The bond of stone is as brittle as paper but holds our names for eternity"
They shackled a sevenfold amongst the surface and punctured the heavens

Glimmering in the sunlight, the incandescence of the molten stone
Passed through the iridium stakes - the fractured hammers

A carving of pain, created by the love the students held per desperation
Students of the broken stone, their efforts unspoken;
The mold of a statue of hope stood in eternity
Their love echoing through the valley

I was struck by a bliss from my desklight
As thousands of moths gathered by the candlelight
And with its fragile wings fluttering
Accumulating in heaps to ponder over

Resonating sounds propagating through
The continuum that marks my territory
The domain, dormitory where I remain within
From the grasps of the path of thorns

When Will time learn to keep its pace
The sun comes and goes before the moon
But rarely spends its time saying goodbye
Tragically yet romantically they follow

Yet the music lingers tonight
In the interior of this barren room
The sound of buzzing and the rain
Tickling the window sills that seal my room

Time will **** this occasion ever so slighty
Slowly draining its face from blood as it
Writhes in the everlasting embrace of mortality
Whilst the temporal veil creeps over their face

Amongst sparkles of the dim lights
Dwindle fractured traces, slit away
Pulled apart from the guardians of the dusk
Dust and dirt emerging from the kindled heap

Were it for Them, they would never cease
To see the dawn arise as solis vincit luna
They could fathom the sunlight's carress
For their sunlight faded to charred vestiges

Yet I remained here, the butcher talis qualis
Smothering lepidopteran remains, crushed at my hand
A solis ortu usque ad occasum, ad absurdo
Cacoethes scribendi meum

For my answer lies All in the order of
The naturals where even phraseology
Conjugate in what it is
The everlasting will of my inner demons

Of many a leaflet falls, they flutter
They soar along the roaring wind
Through the skyline of tomorrow
They migrate to never return
The embargo of the golden gleam
Proved the world veiling pristine,
Serene demeanour, as traces of dull leaf
Dwindle past my feet.

         The tokens of desecration remained
         For prosperity left traces of the forbidden.

It speaks to me with condescending tone
That all what seems bright appeared dull

The dissonance of the motor holds
What describes machinations of inertia

It is stuck, unrearing, for the voice speaks in muttering
The sepia tones, the most vivid showcasing
Of black and white.

It spoke to me with a calming voice
I merely accepted my fate and stabbed myself in the head

I want to traverse the oceans on a paper boat
Raise the sails - arise, onwards!
Amongst me my trustworthy crew
To sail the waves with ease
The mighty wind kisses your face

Heaving to nearest shore - Rejoice!
I turn around

Nothing.
I float in solitude amongst the surface
Waves curl around my neck
I sputter

And all that's left
Is the sound

Of ripping paper

Small beaks
                    Amongst the frozen peaks
          Sliding over small blankets of ice
                    The frozen terrace and its cold embrace
          Bright sapphire shimmers under the sunlight

Community within municipality, a band unbroken
          Where affection lingers to a land lost
                    A land sought-after by many

The frigid landscape where loyalty lies
          The royal forest of snow and ice
The keylock rings, the shackles ramble
                    For it is the pilot
                              Straight into the locket

And everything my locket carries
           Beyond the arctic scenery
                                              of lies.

                                              *Guide me home.

The ceiling crying in exasperation
Amongst the silence the blanket of obscurity brought

Yet it was clad in supernovas of glee
The artificial constellations concealing the sky

The northern star guiding you
Towards the occurence of intention

For the newest spark of innovation
Rushes through the system of hope

As the sky exploded in elation in its annual spiel
The songs of prosperity embraced me

The astronomical certainty
Of an era anew

Heaven's bells ringing
Angel choirs singing

As I walk past the frozen field
As I stalk through the dusty plains

A blanket of vivid white
A speckle of platinum

I inhale the fresh air
I look to the sky

I looked straight into the genesis
Where the stars alligned

I looked straight into the genesis
Of a brand new year

I just had to reach for their grasp

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

The cutting wind
I walk amongst puffs of white
Dwindling in the air
Ever so harmonious
The scenery so luscious
A frozen idyll

Yet I wander
With a frozen coat
The fur spiked
Silver traces
In an air so frigid
In the world so cold

Beads of scarlet red
Velvet drops that descend
On a sherbet of ice
A blanket of frost
Puncturing the thin veil
And tainting the ground

An endless stream
Gushing down the faucet
The metallic tones
Intrude my palate
I heave my nose
Waiting until it ceases

A riveting and lustrous voice
      Echoes through the field
They sing ravishing arias
      Of the past of the meek
As many an ear carressed, so feeble
It seduces, allures the frail weeds

Blinking eyes dull through time
      In an everlasting symphony
The inspiring melodies through time
      In an exposition of frenzy
Preposterous voices, the arias feel,
Carrying the paradoxes and elegies

The empty shells from heaven
      Tending the scars of sleep
The remnant bells unscathed
      Mending the heart I keep
They ring and vibrate, resonating within
Brandishing their inherent melodies

Isolated serenity, the tones
Break
      For they interfere with
Peace
In a greyscale landscape
      For they break
In
P i e c e s
They broke
The harmony, in agony
They danced, amongst the husks of the weak

The brushes trace the corpses
      Of the deceased casts
They paint the territories
      The unsung had masked
A gesture of elation, pure deceit
A potpourri of mere imagery

Eventually everything ceases
What's left, is a painting of a requiem
Voices protruded through reticence
Hauntingly, beautiful intonations with them,
In grievous sonorous silence
It clouds the humane senses in thee

A blanket of
fractures,

ample rigid structures

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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

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referring
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but
I
awaken.

It was cold and rainy that night
Little raven hops by
Amongst the setting sun, the golden glow
Vanishes, to a black ocean

Consumed by the black tide
It sets off
And submerges
With the darkness

Fly away, be gone, little raven
Little phoenix in full glory
Die, drown in the darkness
Nobody cares about you

Die, drown in the darkness
Vanish away in the emptiness
Where nobody even knows about you
And you are alone

But one day
The sun will shine upon you
The cold black
Turns into gold

We're just human
We don't exist at all
But still leave a trace
In this ocean

We're flying like ravens in the dark
Without being seen
Until the sun will shine
And shed light on our graceful flight

Maybe we don't see it
Maybe we don't care
The rain keeps on falling
It was cold and rainy that night

Mellow, melodious tones echo through the chambers
And carve their imprints in their temporal canvas

The plates that linger through time
Aren't as barren when the sweet tones
Of the symphonies carry me back home

Overtones of emotion, the response to devotion
Of a piece as intricate as the past
Grabs my heart and never releases
And waltzes along its beat

Speak, my inner dancer
Dance along the melodies, the harmonies
Of the symphonies my heart creates

Charm my inner conductor for I merely decorate
The empty space I longed for to be filled with noise
For this noise is embedded forever in the lockets
The lockets that it always wished to be

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 calm winter night.

The street lights at the window sill did not seem to embrace my room as I was seated beyond my desk.

The unlit screen still seemed bright for when it carved its image in my eyes,
The glass display shattering in millions of shards piercing through my paper skull.

An etymology of communication, the relation of electrical currents through my crevasses,
The empty eyesockets in my skull ridden with blood, pus and ink, oozing out of my empty casket on what remained of the abandoned framework in the chair, corroded to unidentifiable bits of gore

A steaming pile of putrid mass desecrating the serenity of the chamber,
decorating the walls with mould and algae

A murky portrait indeed.

Tangling vines carress the oxidated heaps of sticks and bones, they feel it, they long for it
Mutilating the sheer remains of contorted steel and ivory as the ink chants its final tune.

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

I blessed the letters
With a mark of glee
A perfume of petals
To coat its surface

Sent to receiver
The message goes through
Reception of communication
Embued with the mood

Return to sender
The message remained unresponsive
For its recipient was the empty husk of me

I blessed my letter
For the last time
Before I tore it apart

The birds of paradise bloom across the valley
In the morning glow, the evening gleams
In the mellow amber light

Lift your wings, little birds
Soar through the vast airspace
Flutter in formation, the serene illusion
Where balance exists, where order conquers
Where stability feeds the concrete cortex

I respire, and watch the petals dwindle
As my paradise flies away

The reek of bourbon vanilla lingering through the sappy tones
Of creased leaves and crooked horns, enveloping the royal grave
Embedded with stone, the coronated statue of vines and thorns
Twirling around the remaining cores

Rotten cells and dark floral gourd, an unstable mass crawling
Amongst the bare, rotten shores
The empty shells howl its name - the king
Of naught
Brought to death on the brink - in a whim

Clasping roots and grasping vines,
Luscious soot and dull amethyst,
The graveyard of which the warriors of Gaia
Patrolled in everlasting melancholy - the betrayal of the monarchy
In which they found pleasure in the guilt of misery
They atone for the death of the reign,
Raining in droplets of sulphur and rosebuds,
Meek of the pink of the roses, embroidering the newfound majesty

Alas, the journey of futility,
The thorns grasp its throat
The emperor has been coronated to cease once more.

A fine, crisp rosebud
Amongst the surface, afloat
Uncover your crimson fruit

For I am holding
A mere skeleton of roots
For your empty skin

Hopeless endeavour.

The desecration of vitality,
Melancholy entices the pond of hope, repelling golden shimmering.

Infernal tendrils bringing insight to carress in snide
Dug its sharp elongated thorns inside, mending its stride
Gently encompass its roots around the mask,
The concrete veil that shone brightly in false atonement.

Expulsion from the realm of gold, sent astray for an eternity;
Such naïve, brazen happiness, ignorant of the caveats
The mere playground of unbridled mania quarantined.

Faux manifestations of an illusory smile,
For the horizon cast mere wisps of blight,
Rejecting heartbeat of rays gone awry.

They smirk as they watch you flee.

What is sand?

Individually it's nothing
But why is it everything

Under the heat of the sun
The mountains standing
The rocks underneath the running rivers

Sand is nothing but everything after all

Dried paint dripped past the canvas
In a velvet scarlet red it dropped
On the floor, in front of my feet
The exposition, as astonishing, pierced my perception
Whenever the cave opened, it was visible
Moving carricatures of obscene defeat
In front of me stood the hideous exemplar of fear
Most importantly, I saw the reflection speak in the mirror

The mere brushing of your skin against mine
The mere scent of roses lingered
I remembered your soft embrace
The faint breaths agains my chest

The eternal bond, before death's carress
In bliss I stood and looked in your eyes
They were dull yet dillated
And I traced your pale skin
Why are you asleep?

White noise
Grey noise
Endless cacophony of
noice

B own noise
Pink no se

Noises, noiss, no i sesss
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noise
.

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

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

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

When I think of you
Do you think of me too
I look at the sky
And see the bright stars

Your warmth I want to feel
Your strength I want to see
I look at you
And see the bright stars

And every day becomes a bit brighter
When I got you around

Blurred visions linger
         the longest in mind
When one dreams about
                                      the apocalypse
        The other flounders
      
        But for they are the same
                 And the light is with them
                 It displays mere cracks in the skin
        And the wind blows them away


                                             Clumps of broken dreams created
                                             Figments tainting the soul


For your mask speaks
Your heart speaks louder



                                                                                    Stay strong.

Through the frigid landscape I traveled
To be greeted by luminescence, a blizzard of warmth
And a kind spirit with a silver pelt

The sun that nurtures my frozen heart
Thaws the ice that stings its cask
For I knew what its future held

The mellow tunes when she slumbers
Hum that calming melody
Why soothing notes prevail
That cacophony of misery
To me, that sentiment of doubt lingers
As I remained in mystery
Melodious tones howl in the wind
To me, it can play forever
This enigma, the solemn symphony

I indulged myself with a brew
                  Of sand and seashells
      And licked the salt off my hands
                  As I bathed in the cerulean blanket
                             The hollow abyss my only friend

For waves throw, the ripples bloom
            For the harbor sleeps
                            The towers gloom
      My cold haven black, brown, blue
                  The fluctuations in everlasting motion
                                      have endured

And the frigid hands seize my neck
                  And they form a rigid burble
         Turning over my back
                         My skin appeared purple
                                 And my lungs filled with air

                         Yet that frail air never
                                           tasted so sweet

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