I took a gander to the sky
The indigo and pallid lilac lights
Indulged in my resting place
Concluding my days, I was imbued

Lush and vivid strands of white
Pierced valiantly through my view
The solemn celestial light
The forgotten lights renew

Frigid hands reached out to me
They left me there, in perturbation
Of many mysteries I ceased to see
The enigma of animation

Reminiscence of a jagged pass
That split and converged
The contorted trails amass
At its beacons they emerged

In a symphony of light
It descended
In.
Pure.
White.
Fervent ascension
Beacon of the night,
Praise be with thee, demon.

An angel descended from heaven today
It carried the key to my heart
The blessed remnants of love to sway
The notion that hailed their depart

Of many caresses that stroked my soul
The mirror that reflects my own parole
I rest there in trance
Embracing their dance
Alas, I perished to their words

An abrupt realisation unfolded
As I found myself dropping to the surface, embedded in crimson hue
The darkness flooded the gates I forgot they existed
The numbness never recollected my will
Alas, I dropped into their world

An angel clad in crimson rags
Obsidian tattered wings grasp
A gaze so sharp pierced my skull
Deceitful
Mourning on my plagued remains,
Lying
On a scaffold of birch

For I wished to see the light
For I descended once more

Praise be with thee, demon.

A riveting and lustrous voice
      Echoes through the field
They sing ravishing arias
      Of the past of the meek
As many an ear carressed, so feeble
It seduces, allures the frail weeds

Blinking eyes dull through time
      In an everlasting symphony
The inspiring melodies through time
      In an exposition of frenzy
Preposterous voices, the arias feel,
Carrying the paradoxes and elegies

The empty shells from heaven
      Tending the scars of sleep
The remnant bells unscathed
      Mending the heart I keep
They ring and vibrate, resonating within
Brandishing their inherent melodies

Isolated serenity, the tones
Break
      For they interfere with
Peace
In a greyscale landscape
      For they break
In
P i e c e s
They broke
The harmony, in agony
They danced, amongst the husks of the weak

The brushes trace the corpses
      Of the deceased casts
They paint the territories
      The unsung had masked
A gesture of elation, pure deceit
A potpourri of mere imagery

Eventually everything ceases
What's left, is a painting of a requiem
Voices protruded through reticence
Hauntingly, beautiful intonations with them,
In grievous sonorous silence
It clouds the humane senses in thee

Open your heart to a fairy tale untold
Of a man whose path was ridden with ice and cold

His daunting journey lasted for a while
Looking up projecting a luscious smile

Pristine drips of crimson red in liquid emulsion
Was tended and spread in pure repulsion

A hingeless contortion, amongst cruel distortion
A spiritless effigy brimming with emotion

Standing amongst the colourless plates
The sound of devotion resonates

Wearing a mask in pride, containing a brittle smile

He approached the husk before it turned to dust
It danced in the wind once more

The grim reflection of the creature
That consumes you upon its gaze
Beyond the frigid mirror of liquid
An abyss lurks past the grave

The consolidated surface flounders
The many that defied its existence
As it shatters but reshapes
Shards of cold glass cease the dance

Beyond the mirror lives
The monster residing
In its frozen tomb
Where the amber glow cannot reach

A brief gander out of the window sills
The dim candlelight flickers ever so vividly and lingers through
The fire awakens and its children, embers of the future withdraw
They take off and flow with the midwinter breeze

Amongst the ample tracts of land, amongst the foggy scenery of ice and snow
The amber extract of lightwaves pierce through the nocturnal blanket
The lilac sky merging with the cinnabar, umber and indigo
The soldiers, clad as such, marching through the grassland

And thus spoke the soldiers
Embedded in the gloom, marching through the dusty carpet
Consolidating rigid blocks amass
Caressing the cold, serene scenery in all its idyll

The sparkles dwindle at dusk
A solemn encounter between life and death - the soldiers collect them all
Many sparkles accumulate and dissipate when heaven takes in their children
Flourishing in tufts that lit the charcoal sky, a glistening canvas

I found myself amidst the elation, as I gazed amongst the starry abyss
The future stared back and smiled as I found myself frozen in time
The timeless idyll is ever so frightful, but a bliss as it fills my locket
Moonlight pass, timescape halts, landscape falls, shadows conquer

Time is ever so vague when the silver arises
The mirror of the soul, the children of the dim candlelights
They flicker ever so lively into eternity
They flicker and return home.

Satisfaction lingers
The inherent bliss that warms
The buried fears that flounder,
The abolishment of qualms

The radiant glow materialises
Substantiating to a path
Hop onto the luminescence
Guiding you to your guard

I am a container

A crystalline beaker fills me to the brim
With affection in a golden hue
The amber nectar seeping in abundance

As a tap leeches my soul, my mere essence sways
As I bleed and stand on crystal shards

An empty vessel yields no spirit
From the empty barrel that remains
For a heart devoid of soul would not
Display nor muster

I am the light that dissipates
Yet the darkness brought me back
It does not leave me alone
Why does it clamp itself to my back

Get it off
Get it off me
GET.    IT.    OFF.    ME!

It does not leave me alone
It does not               leave me        alone
It does not        leave        me alone
It        does not leave        me        alone



It
         does
                        not
                                ­    leave















                                        ­                                                         *It doesn't...

I want to **** myself so badly,
Yet I don't have the courage to do it.
I want to destroy myself so badly,
Yet I don't have the courage to do drugs or smokes

Why?
Am I serious on wanting to destroy myself?
Am I just bluffing?
Am I too coward?

Drugs can destroy me for sure
With this frail body
Smokes can also destroy me for sure
With this frail heart and lungs

But why?
Why I can't do it?
It's as if I want my body
To rot naturally.

Looking at me, you see a pure, young soul.
But look inside me, you sweet summer child.

Inside me are so many people
I am Che Guevara with the lance of poetry
I am Vladimir Lenin with the shield of quick wit
I am Petőfi Sándor with the armor of ambition
I am Mahatma Gandhi with the horse of music
I am Fidel Castro with the arms of an endless mind
I am Spartacus with the flames of unending hope
But I am The Uncharismatic Man with the burdens
The burdens of a tired arm
The burdens of a twisted tongue
The burdens of clipped wings
The burdens of a deaf ear
The burdens of numb thoughts
The burdens of a dying sun
I've risen up and gone down just as quick
My rebellion was for naught this time
I've grown exhausted from the fights
But I'll never put down my arms.
I'll never cease the struggle.
This war never ends.
So fight with me, brother.
Fight yourself, goodfellow.
Defeat the oppression, comrade.
And never give up...
Not until I give you the call to surrender.