Heaven folds behind me,
and I embrace the demon's gate,
yellowish eyes do see,
that the grace never arrived
and now it's far too late,
My ghouls have been released,
and are gorging the apple trees,
and filling them up with crates.

What was I searching for,
beauty wishing for abstract feelings
or a prettiness of a *****,
not willing to be caring or judging.

I see fading warmth of first love,
but innocence is ever the child,
the rebirth was like that a caterpillar
but I never became the butterfly,
I walked the sea-shore into the cove
and discovered chaos so wild,
and they filled me like dearth of critters
and rebirth now becomes my denial.

Fireworks snap at my finger's clicking,
self destruction and I'm still breathing.......