Feelings ressurected a brave
visuals of deadly caligraphy on a grave ...
Surrounded with mist a rising hand
forced & tore the hymen of a virgin land
Where the reality is dropping ashes
of dead poets' into the hatches
Hatches of deep confusion
where a minds meets illusion
These Illusions flow like a bleaching brook,
floating paper-boat, with a pirate and a leeching hook.
Passing Under the bridge of sorrow
watching back while it smells like tomorrow......
The dirge of the dying clouds, loudly
merges with my insane brain, proudly
Salty streams of tears drowned myself
in sweet misery that increased my wealth
Why am I like this I wondered ?
One of the energy's own protocols
And my mind remained plundered
When I woke up from this dream,