chaos
Your eyes are burning with the beauty of death
Like the chaos which created existences
I see them as an inspiration to any poetic viewer
They are prepared well with despair
Engineered with the holy blue ink
To catch the words from my feeling .
I have something in my depth
You should see
A solitude that holds remains of broken cages
within them
A flower is stained with the blood of my melancholy .
On the body of the night
At the gates of dark
Your confused spectrum
Takes me to the tree of whole
Where you wear my words
And we climb together to the great brightness .