dreamersthoughts

"To move, to breathe, to fly to float To gain all while you give To roam the roads of land remote To travel is to live" The architect took a pause and let the thought glide amidst the abundance of outstretched hands She did like the refuge they provided, but at this hour of dark the outstretched seemed more like claws, an obscure den for small pox and winged beasts if anything else “trees” And so she stood, stagnant between the intertwining roads crossed Drifting at the end of the abyss: the dull, never-ending olive mud blanket we dare’st call sky “Come tomorrow We either breathe or consume the black abyss” Sh

Sing me the proof that I lived Demanded the once polished picture of perfection with a cynical yet menacing grin His sarcasm differentiated him between the “he” I once loved His once fair hair was now a muted washed away grey It dangled scruffily amidst the frenzied shadows which thirsted impatiently For their long awaited bloodbath His elegant silhouette was no more Time had warped him into corpulent whale-like blubber The once virile monarch of the seventh haven Known for his lavish banquets and grand balls Was of the past A malevolent creature of obscure & vindictive nature Had consumed his soul as white as snow “Have you

Consumed by Crimson I watched as the sky turned from dusk to dawn I watched the sun rise and the moon yawn I watched the abundance of men turn to ash I watched as the frenzied fire engulfed the home Frantic and furious Hysterical and mad Mesmerize them with your talents Make them spell-bound to your art Engulf and set ablaze They will later reward you with squawk or praise I finally became his prodigy His most talented pupil I thought I was content Pleased, regret less, and satisfied My voice turned staccato Each word detached from the other Each time my lyrics resounded, they sounded distinct A tear tumbled down my lifeless