Those diamond eyes,
That pierce this soul of mine.
Oh to gaze through your crystal eyes,
And see a deadened soul.
To touch palms with the Devil,
Dancing the steps of danger.
One stops the track of time in its path;
A fate borne unto the restless hands of a fool who knows too well what he does.
In all murderous glory,
A fading fashion of red,
That seals the depth of passion within a contrived whisper.
A flash of satin sash to remind us,
Of all those who sacrificed their worlds in vain,
For the sake of one whose danger is unknown to himself.
A hazy mist of confusion glasses your eyes,
Clouds your judgement,
Fogs your view of the setting sun upon the horizon.
But all I was
Was all I was:
One turn of the sun.
Though one day in paradise casts a million shadows upon the grey days of forever.
YOU ARE READING
Cosmos
PoetryMy third poetry book; inspired by a mixture of love and hate, and developed around the sole basis of the cosmos, which without, we would not exist. *All work is my own*
