| Disarmed |
| . |
| Drowning into the
rebelious oceans,
penetrating the calm of your eyes, seeking in your wilderness, my long lost peace, floating over the waves of your dream rainbows, I gaze through the veils of your survival, the anguish, the tyranny of life. Shinning in your every tear, the atrocities of unwanted breaths. And whispering in your every breath, the songs of death. The content on your face, smiling irony to my concern, and the smirk from your lips, pouring the grosteque humour of life, into my bleeding heart. Truth or fancy, misery or pretense, I am enchained by the shadows of your sorrow, my body still, my thoughts transgressing, my ears deaf to the cause of living, my eyes embedded behind the curtains of your heart, your words, your voice, your every breath, darting in my heart, and naive to all or no reality, I drown deeper into the slumber of your spell. |