darkness

…Death is now, beautiful to seek
The sheets smells so exotic,
from motions of physical devotion
Three suns has lit up darkness in the reality of illusion
My hands are empty from cards to gamble,
lips are dry with no cigarette to blow,
A dreadful truth I lived, a rock I stood on… Far away, I watched it flow,
What an irony, your life is.
A stupid clown colored with red and blue
a colorless star shinning, useless as you.
A heart meant to pump blood, yet misunderstood,
nails scratching on walls of an enigma.
PAIN,
pushing the slave inside your skull,
yet the slave is dead.
Your deepest fear and desires,
More for lust and not for love
Because we live by ecstasy
Lazy pastimes of forgotten joy slowly creep out of the mind
As a shroud of darkness blankets your eyes
Welcome to the land of inadequate memories.
Slowly the rose awaits for autumn to arrive and mutters
To gently take off the beauty it carries leaving it without petals
Harsh it is but true, describing the lives of What once was