I am deeply moved by the sway
Of your silhouette dancing
Undulating under the influence of first light
When blood is fissured in the sky
And rush from the fleeting bliss
Permeates the unevenness of your skin
As it touches mine
Our minds forged from chaos
Burning deep into the surreal
Where it shudders under
The whims of the dauntless heart
Where echoes of the lost souls screaming
Wanes into lowly cackles of new men
Slowly fading like ripples on the water
Ebbing and flowing into the white horizon
Alas, alas! the hour's at hand
The night had parted and the sun has come!

The lullaby moves
Deeper into the night
Like the whirring whispers
That seeps silently into sleepy ears

Just as broken dreams
Once again move in flight
Across dark alleys and streets
Beguiled by the silver light

I am tired
I am broken
I am dying

The candle light shouts
As the wind eases its wings
Into the lonely flame's heart
Bidding goodnight

Goodbye, goodbye
For the last light fizzles
Into vacant oblivion
As if it's not there nor ever was

In disquiet solitude
The thunderous roar
Of my undulating consciousness
Erupts into a cascading flow
Tumultuous and incongruent

When innocuous agreements
Became eccentric mistakes
Paving the way for an absence of light
So the soul becomes shattered dust
Taking with it a myriad of truths

Like the thousands of stars that peek
Inside the vast idleness of man
Humming to the unheard rhythm
Of the song, singing melodies
The blissful woes of paradise

The rainbow sky
Melts into a river
Flowing endlessly
Into the white edges of dawn
When the boatman halts
The ship that ferries
Departed souls
As he stared beyond
His lifeless eyes
Oblivious of the void
Sensing a strange figure
Walking on the hazy shore
With watchful eyes
Zooming into his world
He laughs then sings
As the irony slowly creeps
Outside the frame
Where one lives
And the other dies
In a lonely dream

the weeping aspect of the distant
echoes miles into the hearth
when the holy moments past
became memories beyond recall
and silence drifts like heavy gloom
cold and turgid and lost
losing the tight grip that holds
our vows to be eternal,
to persist forever

What use are our senses
If we cannot perceive
The scabbed lesions of our pretensions
With melancholic bliss
We falter in this gruesome
Mess we're in
Where we try and fit in

Here comes our death
From underbelly of consciousness
Putrid and decadent
As our eyes are blinded by the lies
Our ears buzzing from the constant flies
Tongues stripped, our voices drowned
We shed the skin like snakes on the ground

The death of me and you
No use of waiting for it to come
For it has devoured time
And space isn't as much sound
It is here, it is now
We are dying you and I
We are food for worms
Vultures tearing our flesh apart

Fear not the gentle night
For it is the blinding light that blinds
Reason not, with sun the that shines
For you may not know
That it is death that lights our lives

the meaning thereof
is etched inside a shell
buried in the sand
pounded by tumultous waves
turned by raging currents

the vast marine cradles
answers long gone
tides shift and turn
winds undulating the surface
arise what eternity brought

no flickering light
from the black above
could have foretold
the nauseous ride we took
now folly and turmoil breaks

as the ship dances
above the deep blue
lingering weeps of tired men
unwilling, unworthy
bludgeon the holy silence

tired screams of generations
echoes from underneath our skin
trapped in a revolving door
our souls, tired and weary
this last breath we take

dreams in the air we breathe
fill our chests with gold
an intoxicating haze
from infinity's tight hold
a spiral; relentless, unstoppable