Mute Masterpiece

to capture the true essence of what lies behind my eyes create a palette of black pastels portraying the shadow that follows like death a constant visitor to my d o o r nobody knows the story of my heart an artificial anecdote of a l l i t e r a t i v e a n g s t bleeding in metaphorical ink stained tear drops d r o w n i n g childhood sanity in shallow rivers of bittersweet s o r r o w fate is a fragile wrecking ball which has become too hard to love soul craves to be free under horizons of tangerine temptations but all I find is twilight with a filthy feldgrau sky fatigue imitates the last breaths of a b r o k e n b u t t e r f l y as 'spirit' becomes imprisoned in sinister silence yearning to sleep forever in an unfolding labyrinth hidden from the golden colours of the sun this smile cannot continue to pretend kismet is a crimson clandestine cursed t a l i s m a n speech is my harbinger of d o o m miraculous ink flutters in my pen of p u r i f i c a t i o n yet not all verses are meant to be understood cathartic martyrdom sounds like poetry but there is no remedy for magenta manifestations so I curse the poetic limerence of my tongue suppressing effervescent emotions inside a garnet treasure chest of blood-soaked bruised and battered invisible inflictions I'm a mute masterpiece drained from the pain i told the Grim Reaper i'm not afraid anymore of all the lives we lived this is my favourite but he just smiled then cried asking "is this our last goodbye"