Poezja

My sun has merged into a crowd of clouds,
weeping sympathy upon thy face,
like ashes set a drift from the light of a cigarette.
The drops are drizzled upon my world,
making it gray like the streets of Sweeny Todd's London,
Killing every thought of happiness,
assassinating my temples core.
I am LOST!
Find me in the darkness where the light has not reached,
its a simple game of hide and seek with a twist.
I have no disney memories,
because no ending is ever happy in this condition that I have entered.
Everything, every thought, every PEEK of joy,
has exploded like dynomites in my cave of black secracy.
Cinderella broke her ankle,
Jack & Jill are in an ambulance suffering of concussions....
My mind....
Is a book of dark fantasies,
a musical of belittled symphonies,
and a heart of coal.
But blackness has an opposite,
its called the end of the spectrum.
My glory will prevail,
My hand... high it shall be held,
and forever,
I will be light!!!