I went to write 1000 words about a Sunday dream
Inside these romantic shaded walls...

Where is my soul?
Shards of agony pierced in the flesh of today...

Upon melodies carried by chariots
Sweeping steadily towards the lonesome stars...

Locks of red wine hair, bones brittle
Smile tainted by despair...

A putrid moon separates the skies like a rotten...
Exiled from a lonely hole in the ground...

Cage of glass, delusions of a purposeless...
Clouding your consciousness each sip of whiskey...

The patriotic wanderer
Nonfictional rise of the sun...

Colombian devotion
Her brown fertile eyes...

Suspended admission in perpetual desire
Tomorrow's malnourished design forever unwinds...