…When senses get dark
and all’s left
visions of hell
a road of threatening grin
lit by a waning moonlight of
horizons running red
with a melancholic touch
of discordant amber...
Grays
Laughter echoes in the ear
not of joy
Ripping every fire of her
A vivid poisoning dream buried
six feet
underneath
Where to go from here?
Stuck in time and space
Logic devoured by chaos and
every reasoning cries
Longing to see the whispers of
a silent flame
in this realm of
darkened paths...