Boundless symphonies ringing in my ears,
Realities colliding corrupts my sense of self.
Intriguing eyes, they peer at me- silently judging.
Blunt, as the hammer once used to to build, left behind in words astray.
Silently, they redact a take, as curiosity unfolds.
Corrupted, and jarring, glimmering dark red spheres of intricacy.
Every little detail, surrounding your iris.
Slowly senses fail to ignite, and seemingly it repeats again.
Slowly, numbers and code fabricate this entity.
Strange, existing, unrelenting, and yet my touch still cannot reach.
Distantly, my hands seem to fade, as the facade has slowly cascaded upon you-
Upon me.
Curses to the distant screams, the fallacy of this still life.
The existence that is "me" foretold on calculating war treaties.
History unfolds, repeating itself, despite untold.
Though, our fates slowly twist-
My gaze still meets the moon, amiss.
YOU ARE READING
~Poem Book~
PoesíaLike a Diary, This Book will be, Through my head blows a breeze, it makes the leaves freeze, Orange leaves falling down, This is my story, and I won't let it drown.
