The endless dream comes to the end
Gloomy mess invades my world
Spoiled by the sin of living
Demanding me for the leaving
To the hellish palace where it is living .

She sometimes plunged herself into a misty black,dark enough to ignore every breathing moments and hurdled herself into a decent white, pure enough to delight others being. But in mean time, she just a mysterious shade of grey- overwhelmed by unknown scratch of mystical feelings.

DARKEN HEART*

A gloomy heart can emit evil device,
A darken mind can shut  godly advice,
We can not rise above the boundaries of our hearts,
Our mindset becomes the reasons for our acts.

When our mind is bonded with viciousness,
We will lack peace and happiness,
We will walk our ways without brightness,
And our hearts will dealign from our consciousness.

In darkness our lives lacks resolution,
And it will wave our thoughts to suspension,
We may even traverse  to an anonymous destination,
Which can sink us into the pool of depression.

Our key to knowledge is in our brightness,
But how can we find it in darkness?
Our thoughts have darken our counsel,
We must come to light until we excel.

Darkness has created vacuum for suffering,
And it has left us behind without resolving,
Then we realized we reside in peril and destruction,
And the steps we have taken have caused so much confusion.

Sometimes you want to hide
from yourself and from the world
But you can only linger in the
city lights and heavy music and *****.

Sometimes you want to run
from yourself and from the world
But you can only walk on the
prickly thorns set on the pavement.

Saturnina, whilst you long to hide
Those tears will remain masked
And whilst your feet bleed
They leave remnants of pain
It may be washed away by the rain
But there will always be a visible stain.

By the time the sun decides to appear
And you witness the same thorns that brought you fear
Promise me you’d choose to stay
Not minding whether the color’s yellow or gray
For as long as you keep hiding and running
Saturnina, you’ll go on without mending.

Memories like broken glass
                     fill my heart                    my sensible soul
                                    shards of you
                                                                     remain
                  Tattering this perspective
                                  Leaving a broken person
                                                       behind                        these eyes
                  This Kerouac perception
                                       mounted on confusion
               for                                                      feelings left
                                          undisclosed
            Baffling me like a child
                                                         Thunder and rain my
                    only solace
                                                       dark clouds             my psyche
mutually bound
                                      Like hurricane Galveston
   ripping apart               these thoughts                 these transgressions
                                     mortally comforting
          like cigarettes on Sunday
                                                             reaching forth      
               grasping at straws                                   so they say
                                                 they always say
but do they feel                                                  as I've felt?
                            alone                &                 tempered
                                       as glass
the glum periphery                                engulfing
                                        melting me down                     eating away
       into a pool of nihility
                                                   to harden              to break these chains
feels outdated          unscripted nonsense
                        in the background of my memories            souvenirs
      a setpiece             based on untruths

created        
                 into
                               this
                                          sheer              crystalline              matter

They call
                                                    Glass

seasons and time flash before me as your ground shifts away.
i am no snow to your winter; nor am i your cherry blossom during spring.

i can be that missing piece that completes your empty puzzle.