My Life Complete...

I’ve seen the scariest world in amongst a dead and deceased yesterday Now laying there between the bloody bones and flesh of slow decay The warmth and light of the day’s gentle hands are now folded, inlaid As the soft velvety night turns into the coldest and the sharpest blade Turning everything so dark and therefore much more pure, as I inhale I soaked myself into the wet caverns of my inner temples finest of ale Twisting within a shy and begging voice that screams out for my soul In a world that’s seemingly so shallow and dangerously naïve as a whole. The gluttony of the greedy, feasting away on a plate of devilish sweets But with no offering, nothing to the wanting, where strangers cannot eat Mournfully empty gestures as my inner child now will innocently weep Unspoken worries, repeating words that a guilty mouth would speak Dreaming of what’s lost in the translation of the insects’ clever words I sleep without resting, deep within these tangled sheets of splinters Beneath the burning sweat of my sunken skin, turning chills of winters I am left here all alone to lie in my never changing ever sacred attitude Taken upon by me solely, which makes me suffer in my own solitude Greedily and with cold steely eyes, wanting to heal but not to intrude. Running to a place that doesn’t in reality exist, as time pushes me back Flowing with all energy depleted, the rivers of delight runs dark black Defiant yet open my mouth is permanently abound and blatantly locked While words that were never said secretly returning, attack me mocked Trapped within a sad and blind world that doesn’t want to understand As they love to burn what I have beautifully seen, visions so very grand I crave to feed and nurture what is said to not be nearly good enough And those loose pathetic eyes will see me try as they fervently laugh I did once have these eyes of pity and sorrow crushing me all the way But my stubborn heart of rage still remains, beating within my body so grey. Why do they seek to vanquish all of the treasured pearls of my galaxy? A scene where I would often go to rekindle my flailing failing atrophy Where my blood is let using my favorite leeches that within me grow And my mind is set free as I fatefully lose control, rocking to and fro… Transcending all apart so that a friend or a fiend will soon learn to see The ghosts of my past, deep within, frightening to them, are also to me As my raging river cuts past, not with strength, for it will never end there With torrents flowing silently, persistence is more powerful, loud and clear. Words spoken to open your eyes just for one single untouchable moment With possibilities that you see yourselves in the gloom that you don’t get Understand and see what the value is of the one you left behind is meant To be forgiven, not to live on to be broken in two, mangled hurt and bent. Instead wishing it forever gone, but it’s all still so alive deep in my history As even now, here it seems, that all these words are seen an ode of misery Protests against the solemnly truth remain silent, calm as water and clear Afraid to say out loud that which is thought, but absently dripping with fear. My eyes cleanse themselves, bleeding painful waterfalls of faithless tears I wiped them slowly trying not to smear the patterned wrinkles of my years All of them black and red, embattled and embraced, forgotten and retraced There’s clouds of fleeting memories dripping down beyond my wrists agape It’s as if something was forcing them to belong in my outer world all a drape But I know I can heal myself without any other’s therapy, in the cellar I hide Secretly, silently swiftly, to quickly cover my wounds that I shun with pride With sand and withered rose petals, kind words and shiny metals, I disguise If I fall, the floor will become a most comfortable bed to empty broken eyes… But I’ll try capture my balance, I’ll walk on the waves underneath my feeble feet And I’ll stare up into the darkest sky alight and realize…for this is my life complete.