decadence, euphoria, and scarlet
My vision fades, ribbon like, somber, scarlet and spent,
Faced with illusion versus delusion
And though it flickers with wind-tent
Solid seller door of this vision-
Decadence entwined with suspense.
“Candle flame brood me a tear
Tear-aform my stain glass soul”
Bleeding sand dune prophecies, appearing
Hollow, is the men who reads too deep
Yet shallow is the mind that wills it.
Chilled to the bone
These rib cages iron gates
Encase the heart
Half beating in monotonous form
Droning to be had
A world of have not
Forget me not
And love lost
Will this silver pool swallow me?
Or will the rust drive me mad?
Irons thick with cast irony
Tempered tempest trapped
Euphoria is but the warmth
Of a granite grave stone calling
Ending me from MYSELF and his pain