Gazing into you...
You're the product of true love
Dreading of what is ahead

No binary equation...
The fraction of the particles disintegrates
The cause of dysfunctional methods

Wilted at the gloomy candlelight,
Your skin - velvet white
Reflecting on my growing melancholy

I can almost feel your soul wreath
Close in hand...
I - Dream - of - my - departure

By the pale moon
Clouds drifting in everlasting circle
Stars blaze there light upon the common men.
A slave to the precreation of reincarnation
While one is dead the other alive
While one is mourning the other is praising
While one is hearting the other is gloating

As the waves get farther and farther away
I drift with...
I almost can feel your soul wreath
Close in hand...

Disfigured patterns of minds
Adapt yourself to the cometh
Of the newborn truth
As hard as it may be

And even though
Thou shall not be abound to
The gaping silence
Which devour all noise

I find myself questioning
My being as I cannot see
Through the lost of you

I try to generate a mental resistance
As a outcome to your outline.

Will it work?
The boundaries are lost in my eyes
 
Emotions are witchlike:
Enchanting/ blinding/
Causes:
Un-guard your fortress/ un-guard your thoughts

Seemingly I wear my ghostly face
Though under this blinding white you see
I'm jaded of this futile struggle
I rest my arms
And fold my lids backwards.

A heart is too much of a Burden

Why should I even try?
I walk towards you
But there no motion
No blame is shade upon you
The esthetic white north
Is the true gruesome creature
That tears as asunder
Thus I forge my self unto you

I-Feel- so- benighted

She looks at me
With this blue heavenly tear stained eyes
And wonder, what is to become?
No answer is given

Paralyzed and stunned
Just stood in the hallway
Bright light behind her
Darken light in front of her
Just a lifeless silhouette
Crumbled down on her knees

Her coldest tears swept
The Scrambled pathway
I stared at her
Dismay filled my disoriented senses  


An ordeal, so significant
Which leaves me unmasked
So vulnerable and lost within
A recall of anther life time
A post life gift

I am the demented one
Throwing all to waste
I am the damned one
With a choice for redemption

But my hourglass ran out of send
Due to that...

I stand still in front of my epitaph
And shade no tear...

I almost can feel your soul wreath
Close in hand...

As the waves get farther and farther away
I drift with this testament to behold