I recall the evening,Dark, just after the sunset,As you told me the truth,And needles rained from the sky. Pricking,Piercing,They tore my skin,Those needles ruined me,Like the venomous wordsFlowing forth of the volcanoOf your lava-coated lips. As if burning the rose gardenWith words wasn’t enough.The needles shred even the ashes,Mixing them into the cracking mud. But …
Swirling aimlessly,Drowning in the oceanOf the fiery golden liquidTrapped in a treacherous vessel,Bottomless, flavourful quicksand A drink, that’s all I asked for.And it turned out to be theDeepest, darkest trench. Enticing,Exciting,And trapping forever within itself,Like the void filled to the brim,And yet,Making space for a thirsty wanderer,Welcoming into his gruesome demise.
I’m on an escape, a voyage;Through time, one day at a time.I don’t know the charts,The stars are delusional. And at the far end, at the horizon,Where two lives meet as one,Where wind and the waves clash,The unreachable, blissful death,Of the never ending ocean,The ultimate escape, A voyage for life, through time,One day, at a …
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Image Obtained from Google, edited in Photoshop I am a frozen perished beauty,An incinerating blaze of vexation.I am the petals, and I am the dew,Twinkling quiet, on a blooming carnation.
Image Obtained from Google, edited in Photoshop A rare oasis of soothing memories,Or a quiet brook from a thirsty eye.A beautiful prophecy, spanning lives,Or I'm a melodious, beautiful lie.
Image obtained from Google, edited on Photoshop The brightest star at dusk I am,Yet, all I am is a quivering flame.Resent the distances all you may,Yet I am the reward, you wish to claim.
Image obtained from Google, Edited on Photoshop Pure beyond the heavens I may be,Mired by riches of a baffled empire.Seldom have I been fairly known,Lost to humanity, who don't aspire.
Image obtained from Google, Edited on Photoshop. Eternal flames of passion I am,And I am your early end.For some, the tears of regret,For some, an unfound treasure I lend.
Image from Google, Edited in Photoshop. Song of the heart in stupor,That drinks the whims floating free.I scour the bright fields of dreams,'Coz the sober world is lost to me.