I did not find peace I found passion I am my own eclectic picture
And on gloomy days this is where I find most peace Contentment at its best in still skies Quite clouds glide cooly through A gray space enough to comfort tyranny's aftermath A soft call echoes and flies off Carrying away any worries Though briefly, still appreciated I am at peace
My heart desired tranquility Some seeked it in sacred places For some like I, in solitude I, in still air, left in awe by a summer day
For days when I Feel.. It seems to be stuck in my mind Tapping away at my conscience With no way to escape Trapped in the metal bars of my prison for thoughts with no freedom in sight I sit and let the feeling consume my mind But only this place sets me Free.
This place keeps a memoir of Moods and madness Enmity hidden within a pleasing smile.. "I was alone?"
I guess I prefer to stand here Alone... Cold... And draw pictures in the condensation Gathered from my steaming breath My melancholy is my older friend
In a rare moment of serenity Its where I suddenly find myself I've taken myself to a secluded place It is where I feel alive.. I don't just become a Ghost With A Beating Heart Imprisoned I was not Within still loud silence, filled with dread I quickly gasped for air I think I've found my perfect world It has unlocked my free abyss
Only a few understand this forth door But this place has unlocked it. My tranquil Aura.
Because of poetic justice, that is a mystical poem