A mind of a totalitarian man spreads his desires in every winged beat.
His heart desires once more, that every lasting beat.
Fading to black he seems to admire his own shadows more..

Truly diluted between then lines of fascination, nay here, never there,
His heart desires once more, that every lasting beat.

Crying the weeping delusions of his mind, his tears only resemble black.
His heart desires once more, that every lasting beat.

Shattered deluges of fractured thoughts, how one must weep at every disturbed thought.
His heart no more desires that ever lasting beat.

I sigh to the dulling of the given infrastructure which borderlines madness.
The thoughts provoking an aspiration of enlightenment only seen in the corners of the eye.

The flashes of provocative lights only seem to dance when you look away, only to tempt and dare you to look directly in their dazzling gaze, denied by the subtle beauty of the dance.

I wipe the sweat away only to embrace the heat once more as it regains its clutches of my soul.

Why am I to be tortured with such subtle signs that only a glimpse in the right direction would unfold the beauties, only to be caught in the corners of my eye.

I wipe the sweat away once more only to be drenched again.

ones own enemy is ones own subtle doubt

I keep looking for the signs but I never see one, I ask myself why as I constantly look for them, because there are **None