Over and Beyond
An avalanche of cosmic hues
Entangled in silent eyes
Wash upon the sand smoothly when the stories of the world submerge into the ocean like a wasted sun
If you ever reach there(will see), I walk through that beach, barefoot.
They have strange voices
Like a dark hole it consumes my forlorn lullabies
Flute of pretty days has broken in the mayhem I caused
Bloodshed hasn't been pardoned in Time's expenses
These hands' been wiped clean
But the heart still bears the red-grey shadows of shrunken hollowness
How I wish I could wait for people to buy new eyes, new hearts, new minds
How I wish the reverb of my attacks wouldn't be blindsided,
I wouldn't lose control.
Sigh escapes.
Past shall not be stirred
When it's a stagnant pool where dead bodies been thrown for years to rot.
I close my eyes to hear the noises drift
Then it's only a whisper or a sound of diligent footsteps
I don't like much noise
I don't like intruding silhouettes
Yet, you came
Why are you here?
The distance of a birth
Yet your light eyes are the colour of the softest warmth
You saw me on that beach, standing barefoot holding my stubbornness in shambles, holding onto a string tune
Empathy
Sorrow
Softness
Crumbles of my old self,sprinkles of reminiscence preserved in a glass jar
My impression imprinted on every crook of your well-being
Risking all heights and weights given by Them,
Pulling me up from a bottomless pit, my Samaritan
How deep is your love to drown me, take my breath away and breathe life in my blood?
At once,
I drowned, died and craved for.
YOU ARE READING
Untamed
PoetryIt's about Right and Wrong, Fair and Foul, Black and White but in the end it's about you and me Lan Zhan [These poems either convey the story of WWX and LWJ or are inspired by them(but not necessarily follow the course of their story)]
