The wind Separates Desires
made in Dust
So I Sleep alone tonight.
Dejection encases my Body
causing restlessness.
Razor claws Rip through
The Dungeons of my heart.
Idealistic Assassination
Brushes me in two.
I scrounge for Black pearls
encased in mud.
I wish for the impossible
hoping to modify a mountain
into a hill.
I fight with Blackness to feel genial
But I'm left scarred.
purple light surrounds me
as tones from my CD
player push forth depression.
my insides cry as
I cling to lost hope.
Rational Thought Defies my feelings
But how can melancholy
Just cease when it's encased
you in it's Damp Sooty grip.
I long for the releasing
rain of tears,
But stormy eyes Remain Dry.
So I fall into a light
Slumber alone to the
Blue drum of Instrumentation
which pours fourth
into the windy Night.
