Poems, Quotes, and Thoughts

All In the Corners of My Head

Everything, everywhere,

I can see the dimness of souls around me;

Oh, how I can feel the voices and noises that surround my entity,

Yes, it's loud and creepy, haunting your every move,

Taking each step of the way that gives fear and restlessness;

All I do is to attempt and dance through the groove,

But no, it really feels as the wind left my side;

How I wish that life could be a perfect fantasy,

All in the corners of my head.

Perceiving the world is like one big agony;

Where unpredictability strikes you in the back as the days go on;

I can hear the sounds and whispers as I walk in the streets,

Not knowing when thy grave shall come, or might they impede?

Sincerity is in my heart that my soul come in a soon awakening dawn;

As it confronts milieu's intricacy;

How I wish that life could be a perfect fantasy,

All in the corners of my head.

All my life I can see the cruelty of this white-painted forest,

That transcribes activity into adversity,

And authenticity into fallacy;

I can smell and taste the aliment bestowed upon me,

Prepared with only ingredients of the finest,

But finished with endeavors of the darkest.

It is a never ending eternity filled with kiss of deaths,

Which is inexorable to the emotionally immolated;

The aggregation of the cosmos is nearly dead,

As the universe dictates the gravity of animosities,

Carefully consuming all that there is left to be.

How I wish that life could once again,

Be a perfect fantasy,

All in the corners of my head.