<ME>
Unpredictable deathly storms of midnight clouds,
Perfect days of brushing breeze and rosebud words,
Unsettled seas of iron grey and pearl spray,
Calm grass, no stealthy wind or wondering rage,
Evenings of bluebird song and blinding smoke,
Passionate crimson sunsets and sizzling dusks,
Pastel clouds at dawn and thick unsettling mist,
This, and more, is me.
<LIFE>
A vivid rainbow flash,
Like lightning through my mind.
Telling me what will happen,
And all that I will find.
An irony wind courses through my soul,
Like a bitter icey gale.
It tells me of what will happen.
And in what that I will fail.
A sweet wave of mirrors, curls into my eyes
Like a whisper of the future,
It tells me of what will happen,
And dreams that I will nurture.
And finally,
A pang of bittersweet longing,
Dips into my heart.
Like a bird flying into the distance,
It reminds me of things
That will never grow wings,
Of the magical strangeness of life,
And how longing cuts like a knife.
Of how in the end,
Nothing matters,
I'll live with the rain and the sun,
Until finally I'm done.
<ANGER>
It's like a wild raging sea
With unstoppable frothy midnight waves,
It slams against the sturdy harbour wall,
Never stopping, never still.
It's a hurricane of gales and rain,
Unpredictable, deathly pale.
It's like a forest fire, crimson and dangerous.
It will not stop for anyone.
Unmerciful, burning down life and creating death,
Red raging anger.
<HUMAN MINDS>
Suffocating waves wash over my mirrored meaning,
Pearl dawns ignite into unstoppable flames.
The wind, it's shadowy blades slice open the screaming earth
It cries, it's dying. Crimson blood stains the mountainsides,
It washes into the shimmering ocean.
Lavender blossoms, turn a deadly ruby.
Pastel buds get drenched in unearthly red.
The unmerciful coursing veins of thoughts.
Slide through space and into the irrelevant world.
Dying, living. Bloody fires spits across the ghostly land.
Grey turns to stinging scars. Roses are red.
And so is the fragile, human mind, when it catches fire.
