Trieste

A Portion of Reality

For a bliss the everchosen gazes the reality of this universe

Tremoring discordia through his body

Eyes of everlasting embers, not to set ablaze once more

Tears made of quassar light

It laments the day he sensed the pure light of gold

 

The lonely well of souls now wanders

And it will do, till the nebulae cascades into his heart

Heart once covered with innocent scent of love

Degraded now it is, for staring into the illuminated void

 

Time will pass and the storm will last

It deserves the pressure of the obsidian chains

It will be delighted with bad memories as it rains

Aeons will be like seconds in this segment

It will be forever trapped if he doesn\'t release this pressure 

 

As for the reality of the universe

It just keep being

It stares back into the flawed emotion

It keeps trying to intervine with its function

It moves the stars, to amend what she did

It just tries to be the one that always has been

 

The grain of love, covered by fierce neverending storms of mesmerazing defeat of ages of motionless battles

 

Will not be the same, never, because she, decides so

And her will is our will

 

Pouring drops of crimson feel

It dies, slowly and it\'s doesn\'t matter to it 

It rots and nobody cares

 

It fades and time stops

She and her gruesom will

Will tear apart this heart

Because she thinks is fun

 

 

29.09.19