Deep within the very core
of who you really are...
Staring into a broken reflection
of tarnished imperfection...
You peel away the angled mirrors
until no light is reflected...
Black clouds saturate a murky grey sky,
turning day into night...
Slippery Serpent navigates the cream
Delectable sights unearthed in a dream...
To the sun, I apologize;
for the moon, has my heart...
When gold and silver met
-like the sun and the moon...
This spectral world, where few have tread
As Summer days to Autumn pass...
A snake-bitten voile swirls
in murmuring winds, passing on...
"Imagine oblivion.", he said to me,
With a dead stare of blackness in his eye...
A shadow's cast on barren land
of nothing but this crimson sand...
-This is not personal, and does not hold any of my...
I find it tiring to breathe...