This darkness in my head,
Sanity has vanished, dead.
A fire burning inside of me,
Talking to friends no one can see.
The voices growing bold,
Emotion has vanished, now i'm cold.
On autopilate forced to act,
Without thought or tact.
Running up to the roof,
Attempting the jump, thats the proof.
......
A three legged crow, one day he shone, brighter than he ever had,
looking as if he gleamed with joy, as if he's never been free before,
He was covered in light, but he slowly lost the life he has ever clad,
In the silence of the vantablack, he whimpered the life he had.
The mistress who had bathed in his warmth was sad to watch him depart,
Slowly she would feel the cold of loneliness breathing down her nape,
Her children would meet death's embrace, tearing the mother and child apart,
Leaving the lonely mother to weep with a veil of snow that she would drape,
The universe would watch her silently, as if in this tragedy he had no part.
......
There once was a little piece floating of light.
It was the only piece that shone blindingly bright
It radiantly darted and fluttered about.
Being lost, a long blown over cloud.
Bumping into all the pieces of light it met.
Even into pieces of darkness it thought dead.
When it touched them, time would halt.
......
There's light everywhere;
Still, our hearts are full of murk;
We need light indeed.
Fragrance in moonlight
traveling the moonlit miles
devout daffodils
Sunshine zealot, and later
the thrill of the starlit hills
Shades yellow and cream
and orange and rosy pink
plum daffodil night
Romance is in the charmed air
......
Utmost excitement
Couldn't erase my dark moments;
Gravity dragged me...
"Greatest gifts," they preach and reign,
Feeding worlds with hollow dreams.
"Communism"? Just a chain,
Fascist care behind the scenes.
Show your pass—submit, obey,
Tolerance rules all around.
Yet the brave, in their own way,
Fight beneath where dark is crowned.
......
The Spawn’s Design
Twist all life into disgrace,
Leave no room for truth to be.
Fighting Darkness face to face—
That alone sets spirits free.
Spawn build prisons, walls grow tall,
Trapping worlds in endless night.
Yet they never build at all—
......
No more
love from the soul
'cause we focus on gold
No lap time with the little ones,
So they become lost ones
in a cold world,
dying
A three legged crow, one day he shone, brighter than he ever had,
looking as if he gleamed with joy, as if he's never been free before,
He was covered in light, but he slowly lost the life he has ever clad,
In the silence of the vantablack, he whimpered the life he had.
The mistress who had bathed in his warmth was sad to watch him depart,
Slowly she would feel the cold of loneliness breathing down her nape,
Her children would meet death's embrace, tearing the mother and child apart,
Leaving the lonely mother to weep with a veil of snow that she would drape,
The universe would watch her silently, as if in this tragedy he had no part.
......