Thoughts that darken,
winters so sullen.
In an empty blizzard,
there lay a lizard

Wrought and tainted,
pitiful and dainted,
in his apathy ignited an empathy.
Full of life,
full of necessity

The lizard with his pointed tail,
pointed neck, pointed nose
pointed thoughts, pointed prose,
was lost with a snow covered heart

This heart burnt blue,
his emotions ensued,
passion he seeked,
his fortune naught,
in endless oblivion,
he mindlessly fought.

The lizard lay so empty
Stopped he did his walk,
for a talk

Thoughts that conspired
Dark and unintelligible
Wistful of loss
An escape
was all he sought

The lizard thought to move,
but this blizzard simply grew
his snow covered heart
with endless haught.
He simply did not align his intent
with what he thought

In finality he tried,
fearful of his demise
But try as he might,
the shallow reaches
of his snow-covered heart
did not blaze this simple desire.
And so he lay,
weeping in dismay.

In this very finality,
he lost to what life
was simply not
In endless wallows
Sirens roared
Apathetic triumph
Blissful want
In this snow-covered desert
His movement stopped.

In a world of green,
Of white, of blue, of dream
There lies a young white girl
With young white thoughts

Realization of her world
Such simplistic pleasures
With yellow thoughts,
and simplistic measures

A little too innocent
A little too pale
Well delicate in thoughts
Silk woven like a delicate sail

Her thoughts swayed
Her thoughts swollen
Some selfish,
Some lovely,and some sullen

In a world
Of colorless visions
Her bright mind
And dreams, lie pretty

Abused in simplicity,
Artless and mawkish
The world sways her thoughts
In manners mistaught

In a world of green,
Of white, of blue, of dream
There lies a young artless girl
With young artless thoughts

The world dims her thoughts
Her pretty yellow,
Young and mellow
Compassion filled thoughts

Her bright red heart is stolen by one,
And then another,
and another,
Yet her thoughts remain to speak of yellow

Thoughts of blue,
of green, start to fill
A void in her life unfulfilled
Yet her pretty yellow thoughts persist

Pleasant in her mannerisms,
Simplistic in her artlessness,
A world of green, of blue,
of darkness, fills her innocence

Smile she tries,
Cry she pries
Her pretty yellow,
Yellow artlessness, fades

Hurt, she wallows
Beneath the swallows
Soon the darkness rises around
And her thoughts grow dimmer

Within hours, in sight is a farmer
Whose words reflect the waters of the world
In finality he speaks, with no sorrow
"The pretty yellow lights seem have no morrow!"

In a world of green,
Of white, of blue, of dream
There lies a young headless girl
With young headless thoughts

Oh, here it comes, once more
I breathe, or so I told
But the reality of this pain
The scrutiny in vain
It seeks out of me
A depth of heart
A depth of soul
Something so cold
Something so droned

I wish to recognize
This heinous criminal
That sits inside me
Waiting for my every move
Twisting the thoughts
Twisting the emotions
Writhing in pain
Wiltering a soul

I said I'd be free
I said I would not be
An escapade
A scapegoat
The reasons are not on me
I blame it
I blame you
For not being who you could be
What you don't see
In pain, and misery
Is so the way it soothes
A knife that twists
Decides to choose
Which reality you warped into

And you try to play it
With a depth of poise
But no one waits
For your shadowy doom
You try to breathe
But it seems so
Devastatingly slow
The thoughts of pain
Of misery
I wish to be free
From endless misery
From endless pain
But I don't know why
It feels so in vain
I try to speak to it
But it chops on my thoughts
On my soul it plays
And takes me whole
No one understands
This pain I ward

But I suppose
No one really knows

A dark little portal
Arisen from the dark
In a trance of darkness
A single part

An emptiness inside me
A depth of mysticism
A bout of planes
The world transcends in vain

You feel so lost
There is no one left
Just an empty space
In a world of no place
Tried to breathe from the rebirth
But no one feels the world
So many colours
So much freedom
Emptier spaces
Emptier soul

To be free
From doom, dark descending
To be free
From all the world
and all the anomalies
Candles waver
Candles die
But I wish not to bid
To bid goodbye
The world is free
The world is empty
But without a peace
A peace of mind
Society calls
Like a hound on the bogs
Of a pretty green meadow
Pouncing on the sheep
Murdered in cold blood
This emptiness
It seeks to be
Something I could not see

A smile
that was clean
lustrous, and desired

No one thought
that change
would hit upon

One's ire
It hurts
The pain she wallows
There is no understanding

Lossless hallow
Peaceful burden
Depth of depression

It seems artificial
So naive
And unforbidden
The hatred that conspired
It is not of haught

I have lost
A painless thought
Expiating a tale
of a woman
whose gale
I couldn't expiate.

Warmth is all I feel
Beads trickling down
Emptiness soothes my wheel
Emotions drive me to drown

Animalistic are my tendencies
Helpless is my soulless
The darkness empathises
Arcless in my dream

Your warmth digs deeper
Beloved are your thoughts
Wistful of your reaper
Lackluster in haughts

Crystalline
Pristine
My thoughts endear
The lust of your wish
Blessed in holy blasphemous life

They trickle down my soul
And take me whole
I wish for you
Dear one

Bite me
The pain recedes
Lie in peace
Miserly depth

Lost in a worldless world
Moving towards nowhere
Meaningless are my strides
I tried to hide

Explosions, of flavours
Explosions, of thoughts
Emptied out until the pain
Fell down

Finding meaning
In lost people
Loneliness betrays me
Betrays reality

Walking on this path
Whistles ring around me
The snow, white is all I see
It'll be over soon

I bid goodbye
To my fellow comrades
Hopelessly in bliss
Greetings.