Orchids sway With wind, Illuminate paths When firefly blinks.
Twinkling stars Flickering moon A serene ether Reflecting In my heart's lagoon.
But, Deranged madness Craves your touch, Distorting My blissful haven: As I lunge To that mirage Ravaging My mangled heart. As I sink Into the abyss With our memories , Drowning in My eternal reverie.
Even if i ride the wind: Why can't i reach the depth of the ocean field? Even if i become a flower; I cannot survive winter to see a serene glow. Even if i become a star- All i understand is that you're so far! Even if i become a bee: Not a single blossom will remain with me for eternity. Why is that so!? Why does love only takes form when we have to let it go?
Feels like I'm submerged in water tonight; Can't breathe; Can't feel: Numb to the world out: Darkness engulfing me whole. Can't talk; as if being choked; Yet it feels good like a damned masochist whore: Thick sadness drowning me deep as i whisper my last breath of feelings, Which are left to drift ashore; Till anyone gets a hold of it. I will be long gone with these words i leave, Every glimmer of hope, i extinguish.
O' wind for whom does thou wail? From which direction dost' thee earthy fragrance hail; For whom does thou melancholy prevail! Whom thee anticipate till this earth's end For whom thy time stands still! O' wind why thou travel till the depths of hell?
Wherever heaven dost' permit Thou never leave any space unturned! What be thy in search for? Till time's immemorial For whom does thee wail? Such a mournful peal: A pure melancholic gale! O' wind, For whom does thou wail!
Underneath curtain of clouds The pale moon shines And for a moment My chaos subsides.
Illuminating my pitch black path And my fear-ridden dark heart. I stumble among tiny pebbles And countless other obstacles.
Bleeding profusely, beaten black and blue: Move forward Without a rhyme, reason or clue.
'Till this arduous path ends I walk with moonshine as guidance. For what this path leads I don't mind wherever it brings; if the crescent accompanies me.
Don't fuss about chaos Its uncontrolled and free, Try to cage it And your consequences will be heavy. Let it rage on The scene of carnage will not be pretty, There will be pain: But destruction is a must before we create.