cursive lava
Writhing as enchained I am.
Bethroting to a dark fantasy,
The cause of my lost sanity?
Ask the charred set of teeth from the fire I bit from.
Note-fallen souls like I – cry in rhythm.
Should you ask me why I listen?
Because that is just the way I am.
No more chances to embark on enchantment.
Ringing chants from the chapter’s balcony —
With each word hanging on for life dearest.
Rotten treetops to rest my waterfall head.
May these leaves fly after melancholy,
And rest atop the chest of cemeteries nearest.
Skulls cry to be lifted from deathbeds,
So they could live life in redemption.
Chastise the mind when it seeks release,
Deceit the peace with a receipt to tease.
Even if they ask – please, just please.
Just give them these three words.
“Soon, you’ll see,” then leave them be.
Devil’s rubix sees the colour levels to this.
Less exuberance and more greed to beat.
The lack of pain in a frown,
Yet the same old sound is often woeful.
Should the arms coil the leather,
And dance around natural hide?
Delving within the sun’s dark heart,
For I find myself in the starless eye.
opal violet