Streets shrouded in mist
Lamps of a yellow hue
Awe contemplation

Curiosity
from the depths it comes, expands.
Tears, joy, holy grail

Wearing an armor
Of wrath of angst of burden
Will rest ever come?

This heavy despair
Bruises the soul from within
Lost love is cruel

Vibrant despair blowing out like sand paper from the soul
Dreams of colour
Fearless hallucination of love
for the World

A stream of consciousness so pure and thick
like a raw gem
like a river
like a marching bull
Painfully fulfilling me full

I could run for miles if I had the Sea to sightsee
if I had the Sun gleaming on me
if I had your figure in memory
even if I had nothing and wasn't meant to be

A fuel that bursts my pupils into a huge void
serotonin
dopamine
adrenaline
and so
a rocket to the Moon and my hands on this keyboard
setting the stage for another round

I cannot be stopped, I can only be blunt
I can only do it
I can only run
Veins bulk in a steaming rush
and thus time disappears like a fog

I am lucky I am here

**** this aching train
Life's been better than lately
Could have been worse, though