Sometimes I wonder,
What it is I’m thinking.
But I give up and stare at the sky,
Slightly breathing, barely blinking.
The moon shines down,
Its celestial beams.
Nothing to say,
Nothing to feel but dreams.
A wish can be devastating,
As much as an overwhelming desire.
I wish everything would stop,
I long to put out the fire.
I sit and such acid tears flow,
They fall to the ground,
Burning endless holes.
A little kiss of magic,
Sends a surge through the air,
A little bit of lust,
I laugh, it seems like an affair.
I sway with the ever blowing wind,
A tribal march is heard.
Carries on with the gentle breeze,
I can hear every word.
When time as we know it,
Slows down and is in decline,
This feeling of tearing apart,
Yet everything is just fine.
Ripping and tearing,
My thoughts float away from me,
As gentle butterflies fluttering aloof,
Sing a chaotic song, and I can’t see.
The hourglass sand falls upward.
Time stands completely still.
Breeching, and mocking,
Our precious own free will.
Everything spins in centrifugal motion,
Everything is an illusionary dream.
Filled with unknown emotions,
Nothing quite as they seem.
Demons and angels fly and run rampant,
Confusion spreads rapidly,
Evil eyes and faces glare,
Sly grins sneer crookedly.
Vulgar thoughts cloud my mind.
Obsessive, compulsive details fly,
Leaving everything infected alone.
They brush my lips, and pass me by.
As I feel a life cross the river Styx,
All hope I had wished to feel is lost.
Charon laughs as though its humor,
But death becomes fear, discarded and tossed.
A surreal desire fills my mind,
To feel what that soul felt and endured.
I stare in wonder at both the sides,
As I linger between what’s past and what’s future.
I abruptly snap my eyes open,
I see the stars I missed.
No longer in another realm,
No longer in my mind’s twist.
The breeze still blows softly,
I hear magic echoes in a wind’s coil.
I feel the tense memories of battles past,
Souls that left in constant turmoil.
And so brings back the thought,
Of nothing there to feel inside.
It’s there, but I should know,
If it’s not different, it’s harder to find.