Semper Fideles

I’m a victim of this life. cursed by God, a poisoned mind perhaps if I lacked the sight, at peace I’d be, for beauty blinds. I, a violent child. Waterfalls, song, paintings and poem. Mountains, thunder, this world and beyond it. Heaven and hell, angels that fell I stand among them, seeking their hell for I am now cursed, cursed to be breathing, so I make sure, I burn as I’m fleeting. I, so, very tired have lost all control. I write what I feel, not what I hope. For I am now stranded, on one lonely boat, the storm it is rising, let’s hope I can float. I, in search for divine drink their poison, sweet as wine. For the waves they calm through time. Like a drop of rain would take a dive in shallow ponds and thinks it’s climbed, the sky to sink in oceans, we grew to feast in lies and now so pretty, red roses ignorance is wise.