On a dark moonless night
As I sat with a pen in my hand
Thinking back on those words
I am alive, thanks for thy prayers
I couldn't have just died that moment
Coz I promised my soul
That, till I breath
Never shall I change what I've gained
Good and bad people pollute this world
No one's road is ever straight
Standing in front of a mirrior each day
Looking at my face
It's just a matter of two steps
And a need of four shoulders
Hope this pens ink doesn't stop
Else this write could be a disaster
Without usage of right words of gold....
I could haemorrhage every verse that
Lines that penetrate deeper than
what is penned.
Lying motionless on the wounds
that never heal,
confusion of what is my pain
and written verse.
I have hollow veins, nothing more to say,
altercations of a heart and self.
Looking beneath, I have scrawled a thousand
pains but there is nothing is seen..
I can see all of the glittering bits of you
deep inside your locket heart
waiting for the key of life that will fit
so perfectly into the grooves that yearn
for adventure and exploration,
needing the complexity that fate has
so mysteriously planned out for your soul,
your restless, tireless soul compiled of
figments of imagination and nostalgia
coalesced in the compartments
that keep you hopeful,
ambitious, and destined for
A canorous music perforates my opaque
Quivering chromaticism smears me
With osculance and solidarity
I solicit solitude
And altogether, I'll be accompanied
By my only one ally
We, anon, will rally loneliness
Imbibing a cup of chocolate
With zest and dally
Oh!... An ameliorated hallucination
Do not! I beseech! decimate
My incipient, redintegrating mate ---
I cannot delineate now any line of this smooth... lie!
Oh... What love dove above!
Blinked delving and desperarion
Scintillated once whilst falling apart on my face!
With a liquor of ink... and... tears
Penetrated any level of my flesh and sunk into my sole soul
Letting a chrysalis breed into a labyrinthine verisimilitude
Lulled by loop and fetching,
I'm sorry... I cannot any more equilibrize anything
This is my alibi desuetude
I hope desynchronised is not my goodbye!