Me and my empty feelings, now sleep under the same sheets. With this abattoir in me, darkness and obscurity, are newfound friends to me.
The light seems too far to reach and shadows felt viscous and warm to me. You can't pull me out now, I am stuck in this Limbo of dreams. I am chained to my demons, who whisper visions of death and ordeals to me.
Would I witness another sunset or would I be trapped in this motionless state. Would I be sacrificed to the monsters feeding on me Or will the darkness silence my being
I do believe carcasses breathe again; lifeless and fuming but tender words, manifest into forgotten and imaginary beings with a pulse, emotions and memories, when she writes.
I do believe all the euphonious melodies are but charmless trifles, and the sound of rain after a scorching summer day is her voice, when she speaks.
I do believe happiness is her bosom friend, who sits on the tip of her tongue, waiting to resonate far and wide, in the bones of passers-by; bloom smiles galore, when she giggles.
I do believe the thunderstorms, are a phenomenon closely inspired from her, cause everything feels being uprooted, when she weeps.
I do believe I'm a warrior in her battles of every day, and no war I wage could I ever lose, until she exists to heave my sword again, when it touches the ground; sometimes she soaks fear with her fierce eyes, other times my abating spirits are replenished, when she roars.
I do believe if I have a home, it's in the entangled mess that her dark brown locks are; not in a thousand years, could I forget or lose my path, for she never lets me, when she calls my name.
I do believe, that she isn't a mere mortal like me, but a rare miracle; peace is her silhouette and calmness her breath; she's beyond the vows of truth and unjust, and it sends shivers down my spine to think of the day of my collapse, from head to toe, when she'd bid me goodbye.
The WHITE takes me into its spiritual shelter The BLACK fills my occasions with elegance The VIOLET I prefer but not when violent The INDIGO , when with trends I am to go The BLUE enjoys my likeness quite true The GREEN , my favourite in the Natural scenes The YELLOW , is seen by tongue in mango The ORANGE , tickles bud with its tangy tinge The RED , when anger makes the senses dead