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To my life that betrayed the butterflies~
          within my chrysalis mind, 
forgive my flawed dialect, 
I no longer look upon sakura skies,
awaiting a ray of fluffy lies, 
I’m more than just a speck of salt
      in this ocean of fluttering deceit. 

As the midnight silence
twists into witching woes, 
I hear the sirens echoing
the sound of  the 
              seventh trumpet,
yet my igloo heart 
screeches louder 
than the roaring waves 
pushing me to the cusp of an 
     inevitable apocalypse.

When raindrop dreams 
I drape on my distressed skin;
a white gold necklace
with heart-shaped sapphires~
shatter into a shadowed
sea of broken emeralds,
I think of life beyond and 
above heavy onyx clouds 
carrying unspoken prayers,
wishing an archangel 
would descend,
wrap me in ivory wings,
take me to a pristine shore, 
where I can rewrite sins
scribbled across 
pages of procrastination,
in an anthology of ignorance.

Perhaps, I could be the voice
for the forsaken faces,
and forgotten phases.
I remember I’ve stayed still~
frozen like the frigid waters, 
shackled by society’s 
    ice green arrogance,
oblivious to the pleas 
                      of the innocent.
Now I weep, 
while rolling memories, 
haunt me in neon refrains,
I’m swimming 
across titanic seas,
like a lost sojourner,
seeking for a glimpse of 
the floral milky-way 
to fill my drowning heart 
with lunar light,
to be the Noah that 
ignites my ark of fire.

But life is a pre-written cruise,
orchestrated by the divine creator,
and tides, they rage and rise,
to fall into flatlined 
    ripples of regrets,
unfurling footprints 
of past journeys,
amidst crestfallen stars 
beneath crystalline 
    currents of chaos. 

I’ve learned through the 
beginning of this end~
a prelude to an 
empyrean symphony,
that destiny has a 
way of dressing 
salt-soaked silhouettes 
with an attire of angst 
And I think of the jewels,
the twinkling trinkets
that couldn’t keep 
me afloat,
the silk that couldn’t 
be my anchor 
nor the vessel 
  that guides me home. 
Although life after this 
temporary madness,
is a coral garden of 
ethereal gravity. 
There I shall build my 
marine tales a paddle raft,
let it glide towards 
a rising sun of saffron
that never sets,
like timeless reefs~
I can slumber within 
the cerulean arms of serenity,
as I fare thee well.
     

Even the grandest  of all the vessels      
            shall come to an infinite halt,
the master of this fleeting journey 
            is the almighty above, 
so when the end comes crawling, 
          surrender to the 
             elysian light beyond~
allow the angels to guide us back
      to a halcyon realm of rose gold eternity.
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