At the foot of my balcony,
there was an inviting hole,
allowing my eyes' vision to enter,
luminescent colors burning in my head,
like a child's fantastic playground,
retaken from memory's debris.

Running out of time,
night's veil faintly glowing,
stars reaching out to me,
asking me witheringly,
why I would treat my soul beneath contempt,
why would they appreciate my absence,
my whiskey's glass,
cascading,
down the shade's slide.

Breathy wind skimming over my soaked lips,
disappointment prowling through trembling legs,
the joy of night,
taking one's leave,
the sighs of dawn,
crossing the threshold
into waking life,
tears steadily drying out,
curling my consciousness insentient,
ruptured hole,
denying my presence too.

Life passes - an endless bed of memories.
But why must I endure them all alone?
A lingering kindle flame, stubborn and wild,
reaches out for its savior,
yet slips, barely held.

Gently, I yearn for a touch -
to soothe the shivers echoing through the floor,
each tremble nourishing new heartbeats.

If life meant to crumble, piece by piece,
without softness -
it will forget
what strength ever truly meant.

A bouquet of flowers, dripping wet,
neglected,
spoken to with retort -
when all it ever wanted
was a little warmth
to stay alive just one second more.

Sitting all alone again in the dark,
sometimes you prefer it this way,
sometimes you desire vicinity,
in a way you never felt before.

What is this sorcery?
What is this madness that flows through you like nothingness?
Devotion, attachment,
yet there is no retort.

Even the sky above the grimly desert would bow to you, cry to you,
could not reciprocate.
All that's left is the withering rose at road's end.

Why must it be this trail?
You burn, you freeze, you flourish
no matter the result,
as notoriety will be immortalized,
upon this cursed and blessed land.

Please let me partake in your eyes' gaze,
as they are earth's portal straight to heaven.
Give me a reason not to fall for your caring being
and I will maturely accept.

Even the birds on mother nature's arm call your delightful name,
but you always turn your cold back on them,
not appreciating the effort they are putting into it,
and the honesty they represent.

When I planted that humble rose on roads' end among the desert,
sprouting the way it never did back then,
I'll wait for you to greet it,
when my love is ready to be claimed.

Many question the existence of the phantom,
for its childish, almost keen judgmental eye on humanity,
engaging itself in their lives,
sharing solace with the suffered ones since not all tears are an evil,
or scratching sadistically its claws on their backs in malice.

For the specter cannot fully grasp true human essence,
its sole purpose woven into a grander scheme,
belonging to those who appreciate oneself,
the presence of a lifeless entity consuming more and more.

In a dire predicament it's on the hunt for friends or foes,
as time thickens, space thins out,
once a harbinger of terror,
now becoming its own prey, slipping out of reality,
as the phantom reaches its claws out to daylight,
for it shall not be forgotten,
nevermore.

Tell me why you left me here to rot,
the hole in my heart stretching out to the sea’s surface,
veiling a silk-made sun.

I’ve been anticipating your return by the shore across the nameless sea,
but when even the fog’s hive dissipated,
I could not bless my very eyes with your expected arrival.

My fingers trembling, turning numb from the chilly wind,
all blood within slowing down,
yet whenever I think of you, my fervent passion’s rising.

Now, truth be told, the draining cold gets the better of me,
the sheer heated thought of you dealing with the raging death battle,
wishing you would find me in all this unbearable mess.

If only you came sooner.

Venom creeping across the surface,
enveloping the darkest spots of my feet,
wishing it'd be time to make you cleanse me,
wherever you might be.

They say the greater you rise, the harder you break — is that the shape of happiness fading?

The sky is blue, the grass is green,
yet my eyes are red,
wondering where my yellow is,
for I want to experience the peaceful sunset at last.