When it is About Night
Immersed in the night:
My thoughts
Incoherent babbles: My nights
Mingled in a concoction of distortion: My life
Perfection in pandemonium: My soul
Some sort of trouble: My emotions
Harmony in destruction: My love
Tedious in peace: My
silence
Some brewing conspiracy:
My Peace
Deluded from the dark:
My optimism
The darkest light: My
hopes
A series of mirage: My
aspirations
And in the dark, I
loom
No, I am living and
happy about it
It’s the patterns you
see
Carved to perfection
and distorted to exist
It’s in the abyss I
find my zenith
The dew of the morning
is an acid
I find my solace in
the night frost
I wake up in the
morning
But ever awakened in
the night
Am I living in my
dreams or my dreams are living me?
Within my soul lies
deep a secret
Beyond this life and
this reincarnated myth
But, it is in
everything between life and death
Beautiful lies that my
soul planted
Through the lives and
its many journeys
Shades and layers:
That’s my soul laid bare
Yes, bare soul lying
on the post mortem table
Of the dimension we
call the universe
Redemption I do not
seek
Hell is my abode and
let it be shrouded in my light.
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