Sour-graped cranberries filling my lips with a tango of delight...
Your poisonous kiss lethally putting me in the wake of temptation...
Polishing heinous seductions amidst the salvaged canon of the night...
But still a soul incarcerated in the wings of insomnia through deception...
Behind the bars of this affiliated pandora box...
A cubed treatise of uncertainties to alleviate...
Locked with ten-fold padlocks of passion's transitions...
Ought to break free without no key just to disseminate...
A casket of indifference hanging off the cliff of confusion...
What lies within is the shattered remains of my rigidness...
Unsure of who to choose, the parallel universe, or the reality...
Delude me in this illusion, save me from this loneliness...
Looking out through the kaleidoscope's glass spectacles...
What people see, a wholesome art of colorful paint...
Still unknown of the rusts that scratch its lenses...
Actually broken pieces glued back with no taint...
Startled with the warnings of endured experiences...
A portion of existence an eye wants to harness...
Bleak romance chained to the path of defiance...
No pain foreseeing towards the face of darkness...
The key inflicted with modest power and eternal infinitude...
Gazing across the scope of tarnished inception...
Glared by the sun's illumination, eradicating the altitudes...
Gliding the winds to unlock the box of perception...
A spirit still wandering through this cabinet of torture...
Waiting for the time to wind up his ascended silver wings...
His hands scarred lifting the guillotine of flinched decipher...
Wishing for one key to set him free around infinite rings...
I'm falling, I'm dying, the renaissance of the cliff is swallowing me...
Grinding up all my hope, my dreams, my destiny...
Delinquent irresponsibility accusing me of meticulous planning...
Tarnishing my only bloodshed wings of unending majesty...
With the last ounce of strength to inhibit my insomnia...
The last drops of faded colors condensed to evaporate...
Will I ever have a chance to paint the colors of the wind...
Or simply just a cauldron of toxic plagued to reticulate...
Sometimes it's just hard for me to contemplate...
The feelings that revolve the orbit of my mind...
This centerpiece of art that circumnavigates the colors...
Deceived the eyes of its true shattered kind...
It was best for me to shoot the glass sooner...
When it has still persisted as an aura of illusion...
With its glory still lurking around in these excursions...
Before it grew roots and branched out to an oblivion...
This despicable concept of love tearing my being apart...
Patience has never been weak, but just strong too much...
In the eyes of a kaleidoscope waiting for a ship in the airport...
Blinded by the false impressions like this one as such...
Should this broken eye persist on glaring on the moonlight's gaze...
Or be hoisted away in the arms of redemption, to think of its memories...
Jolted with dimes checkered amidst meandering into an intricate maze...
Brought about by impeccable flaws of justified romance and miseries...
Its screws taken off from its denuded platinum base...
Titanium moorings rattling off its shades of rust...
Stowed away from its divergent picturesque...
Obliged into storage whining from a belligerent must...
Taken into the warehouse of out-grown enormities...
Incarcerated in the silent agony of dulled requiscence...
Never tended across the eclipse of dark entities...
The broken kaleidoscope bludgeoned to reminiscence...
♥ Author's Note ♥
Someone just save me from this non-sensed illusion... </3 You guys just don't know... I'm tired of being immortal in my infinitude... I'm not weak because I'm torn apart, rather, I'm just rusted and tarnished for staying too strong long enough... Right now, I'm in the phase of being molten, not melted... Not also in the freezed state, but also partly in the phase of being frozen... :')
~For those whom I've catched their hearts, if there are any... I just apologize for this is all what I've been through... I don't want another crack in my kaleidoscope's lens... I want to be brought out of storage and ascend into what I want to become... Not just sit and think and dream and aspire... This also serves on behalf of my 25th work here on Wattpad... :)) Stay awesome :3
~Happy 26th century me :))
