At the foot of my balcony,
there was an inviting hole,
allowing my eyes' vision to enter,
luminescent colors burning in my head,
like a child's fantastic playground,
retaken from memory's debris.

Running out of time,
night's veil faintly glowing,
stars reaching out to me,
asking me witheringly,
why I would treat my soul beneath contempt,
why would they appreciate my absence,
my whiskey's glass,
cascading,
down the shade's slide.

Breathy wind skimming over my soaked lips,
disappointment prowling through trembling legs,
the joy of night,
taking one's leave,
the sighs of dawn,
crossing the threshold
into waking life,
tears steadily drying out,
curling my consciousness insentient,
ruptured hole,
denying my presence too.

Sitting all alone again in the dark,
sometimes you prefer it this way,
sometimes you desire vicinity,
in a way you never felt before.

What is this sorcery?
What is this madness that flows through you like nothingness?
Devotion, attachment,
yet there is no retort.

Even the sky above the grimly desert would bow to you, cry to you,
could not reciprocate.
All that's left is the withering rose at road's end.

Why must it be this trail?
You burn, you freeze, you flourish
no matter the result,
as notoriety will be immortalized,
upon this cursed and blessed land.

Tell me why you left me here to rot,
the hole in my heart stretching out to the sea’s surface,
veiling a silk-made sun.

I’ve been anticipating your return by the shore across the nameless sea,
but when even the fog’s hive dissipated,
I could not bless my very eyes with your expected arrival.

My fingers trembling, turning numb from the chilly wind,
all blood within slowing down,
yet whenever I think of you, my fervent passion’s rising.

Now, truth be told, the draining cold gets the better of me,
the sheer heated thought of you dealing with the raging death battle,
wishing you would find me in all this unbearable mess.

If only you came sooner.

Venom creeping across the surface,
enveloping the darkest spots of my feet,
wishing it'd be time to make you cleanse me,
wherever you might be.

They say the greater you rise, the harder you break — is that the shape of happiness fading?

The sky is blue, the grass is green,
yet my eyes are red,
wondering where my yellow is,
for I want to experience the peaceful sunset at last.