But a soft crimson kiss haunting a dream
With vincent blue eyes
Swirling with yellow stars
And bold broad brush strokes of insanity
A blood red moon nailed
above the horizon of an endless ocean
Close enough to touch
Yet too far away to hold
A finger tracing along my spine
As I lay sleepless in an cold bed
A silk lined coffin for my beating heart with a dying pulse
A pill full of dread thoughts
sleeping at the bottom of an empty bottle
Sitting in an abandoned treehouse
lost and buried at sea
A seed planted in my palm
Stiched over my chest
Blooming flowers scented with the  nectar of hope and love
Swimming through the folds of
an eternal night
Locked in robes of Klimts gold
Sinking to the bottom of a dream
Where the cresent moon reflects a kiss
That is haunting me

As I sit and drift,
deeper and deeper into the infinite abyss
Of could´ve beens and would´ve beens,
losing myself with each passing second.
I take a moment to reflect and,
ask myself,
¨Is it really worth the effort?¨

Then I´m puzzled.
The effort of?
I input no effort

I only feel as if I am stranded in the desert,
Alone and Unsheltered.
Lost with no trees to hug,
no light in the dark,
and no guiding shepherd.

As if I´ve been dropped in the ocean,
Cinder blocks for ankles,
just one swift commotion,
and I´m gone

Suddenly, I´m in a forest.
Colors of life flying all around
We´re together again and nothing is wrong.
Hand in hand, you open your mouth to speak,
but all that escapes are screams.

I´m back now.
To the calamity that is reality
There is no escape.

A rain of wonder fell upon
A land of broken dreams
Left its rainbow bright and brilliant
As any dreamer's seen

No sooner did the dreams come true
The cloud returned to gray
And left me in this dream state
   Struggling to awake...

There lived a man, a crooked man
Whose journey was indeed sheer folly
He had hoped to meet someone, just anyone
To share his plight and story

Many had seen him walk his crooked walk
But thought him unpleasing and crazy
We had watched from afar, afraid to go near
And we had avoided him completely

We could've looked past his decrepit state
But we invested much in seeing with naked eyes
So quickly we turned the other way
We cared not if he lives or dies

We could've helped this man
To close the journey that he had then begun
The earth would now claim his body where it laid
As his soul disappears into the sun

Know this man, the crooked man
Whose looks weighed on us a tonne
We've lost the chance to see this man
The man we conveniently chose to shun