A VISION (FROM A CERTAIN POINT OF VIEW)

A vision. Through the fog,

twilight upon us, seeps as sleepless

lights through the dull gaze

of the lunar star, eclipsed by lust.

Hark now the angels sing! For

daylight breaks away,

Like a thousand little lives, scattered

across the plains.

What conquest brings great bounty

of whistled wisdom won,

for no wound cuts deeper still

than bloodied blades – the heart.

No doctor can provide surgery

that puts me back to health,

Nor escape to another realm

that some God may grant me still.

That pain that seeps, 

coursing through my veins,

Burns not within my consciousness,

and still haunts me every day.

So begins my souls’ depart

to spirits who may find

use for a wreck such as I,

who cannot divorce the mind.

What saviour comes from prophets still

who may guide me day by day,

where I may be free of my own will

and at last, make it go away.

For no remedy hath been found

other than the poison itself,

A poison that cannot be felt

until truly I am drown’d.

Daybreak. Through the night,

morning now upon us, weeps on restless

eyes through a new sweet haze

of the devil’s fruit, a rose named love.

Mark, how the angel sings! For

darkness comes today,

With a never-ending vengeance, descending

with the rain.

Such defeats bring great sorrow

of wicked wasted wishes,

for no notion rings true now

other than a lover’s love.

Though it may yet dissipate,

it will never fade away.