What ever may come…
Death to the end of a blade
that grapples my skin and rips,
Blood drips slow in fascination.
my tears follow after as its shadow,
looking to the heavens above,
Classic melody of bitter sweet torcher.
uttered emotions dripped into a scrap;
of cries unuttered and tangled,
Pale as the midnight sky with no stars.
Emotions bend to blend to a fiscal trend,
of an offended creature with a heart.
clash like the clouds of a rainy sky,
thunder and lightning jolt in RAGE.
Orbits of sinful pain connect
like the rings of Saturn, they elope
and Revolutionize around a feeling,
A burning desire of sudden eagerness.
The sun rises, the day repeats
From one to a inflatable infinity
soul of divinity, divided upon this mess.
my sweat caressess my skin in pleasure,
i stay alive to see, the next day dawn.
upon high thrones on my own two feet,
i stand tall, for another lesson is learned.
i hum a whistle of a courageous sound,
the applause of others is my melody.
so i sit on this rock with air,
breezing on in with a stride of tunes,
definite i will fight again,
today is a new day.
Everyday is a wonderful day.
