Poetic fantasy

Swallowing my expressions,

Told me to run away,

Into the red and blue

Under the sky... a holiday,

Got someone who makes me smile,

I wish he never try again,

Got someone who makes me smile,

I wish he’d never die again,

Soon I came across a life,

A little bit more emptiness,

Put a smile on its face,

And spelled it like happiness...

Different names on the walls,

None that I know of much,

I know how you write your lines,

And I scream out in pain...

Life wears a mask of reality,

Where poetic fantasies are craftily portrayed,

I know how you read my lines...

And I scream out in pain...

Masochist.

In Sight of Apocalypse, from devianart

My skin feels

Like a beaten terrain

Where once sunlight

Smiled and played,

Disrespect and disconnect

...is all I get to be this way,

The show’s empty, my pockets full,

And they said life was beautiful,

Beat me, haunt me, cheat me bad,

Break me, take me, make me mad,

Caress me in between,

Let me forget what you really mean...

The moment wishes pass you by,

Grin at the tease never asking why,

for all the things wrong are unique,

rest, illusions of a greater leap,

Come on! Strike me hard,

On the dust I lay worlds apart,

Isn’t it what you want from me?

Come on my sadist,

Make love to me...

Melting away...

Forbidden to change,

Do dreams conflict in violence?

The smell of smoke,

Makes inroads to the place,

The last cigarette,

Touched by your lips,

Burns away...

Like delving to the end,

The horizon of thoughts,

Nothing’s there,

In your breath,

I’m inside you,

All that I want,

Is for you to be inside... of me,

Can’t I keep this one thing?

Forever

And sway in its tunes,

There’s no use

Of the moon

In the day

And so,

The saxophone,

Listens to my heart

Melting away...

Getting Old...

On the Threshold of Eternity, Vincent Van Gogh

Getting old with time,

In words and mysteries,

How it started, seemed all fine,

All inside pages of history,

Gulping down the bad taste,

The sewers filling up,

Embroidery of emotions,

In your face, seemingly numb,

And the nudity in your eyes,

Flattery of your voice,

Rolls down to the phase,

When you are the choice,

Dreams in violence,

Cries in the night,

Beckons your mind,

Swimming in drugged delight,

Stories of that spark,

Still haunts your mind,

So much went by,

And you’re not of that kind,

The perfect life,

Desiccated in a timeline,

Trying to slip back all the while,

Only forward shall you grind,

Old,

You’re getting old,

Nobody has seen,

The way it was told,

Cold,

It’s so cold,

Everybody’s frozen and still,

Yet you’re getting old...