In the most beautiful of places
Oceans made of mirrors,
a sky made of glass

In a golden forest of green
hides
a hell

Screaming souls
trapped in cages,
feeding on their own bodies

Their entire existence,
A dance
of pain

And I wish I could live in that world of pastels
Where the dark isn’t as frightening
And the light isn’t as harsh
Where everything is mellow
Drenched in sunlight’s yellow

I wish I could live in a world made of clouds
Where edges aren’t sharp
And curves are forgiving
Where everything is a soft hue
With mountains made of blue

And I wish I could live in that world of light
Where shadows aren’t as dark
And beams are the opposite of hard
Where happiness is bright
A prism made from white

They always met at his place
Because he didn’t know
He never expected
That when it ended
His walls would whisper her name

He didn’t know
That the absence of her voice
Would echo and bounce
Magnifying the space
To what would feel
Like infinite expanses

He would never have imagined
That the light
Would change
Fade and disappear
As if she had brought it with her in her eyes

They always met at his place
Never knowing they would ruin it
By making it theirs