...A desolated wolf howls
at the circle of the moon
Painting a silhouette of
thoughts within the black that
surrounds the night
Resisting solace
and the calm
of a melancholic drowning
that shades the light
with shadows
and
elusive doubts
Heaving
an isolated reverie
memories of a fallen leaf
Dry and colorless
felt the void
that haunts the rhythms
of my deluded
sanity...

The winds never flew with distorted wings nor feared the crow's caw echoing in the twilight till proud Man came...

...The Seas drown themselves
with the ale from their bile
feasting flesh upon flesh as
a ravaged lady mourns
for her daughters
and sons
were fed to the fire
Tomorrow is losing
into a fade and
windows will never see
a sunrise again
nor a flower's
bloom with joy
and the only red left
in this world is
the blood that paints the streets
of a narcissistic ideology that
manipulates every breath in this plane
Soon
on that horizon
behind the mountains of men
the skies will bleed and
gray clouds will fear
the shadows
of uncertainty...

...The idea that there's
something else
turns into a dream
of rising suns and
tomorrows of what seem to be
sweet flowers that
bloom upon meadows
beyond crystal
horizons
Shade of a butterfly's wings
brings a cool breeze
and a calm
found only in the eye of
the storm
A glimmering hope
in every grin
of despair
A sparkle rekindling
lost breath
turning into a bushfire
of reckless raging
forged by a selfish desire to be
free
And so this flight
will soar
into great heights
'til this quest
enslaves us all...

...There are those who
dwell in a world
within a world
Filling every void
with their new found faith 'til
everything gets
jammed
Distortion's a crime and
preoccupation
is salvation from the pain
They fear the graveyard the way
they fear the past
and they don't listen to the songs of
the dead anymore
System
is a hand-tied god
dictated by man
mockery by
the golden
calf...