Haunted to see beauty on the blurs
of insanity….
Quietly content in the madness
that stills, looks through transparency…
Black, white bloodied sails, soaring,
no where to go, just to the edge
of consciousness….
Along the way, I leave impressions,
losing myself as I go, as once there,
but disappears, washed, cleansed,
in mindless mumbles….
Echoes follow, melodies on corpses
ears….
Shattered fragments scatter on the lips
of lovers, only to be release on rainy days…
Ancestry slices of myself I leave at my
birth, only to be resurrected onto my
death….
Hues running away, imprisoning
ashy flakes in solemn condolences….
Black smears burn my eyes once
again seeing your beauty….
PoeticDarkness 