Your voice is thy soul,
thine harness accord heartbreak ,
nobody is yours,
frowned smile forged by trial and error,
I slowly dissolve afar, near not,
Oh,
the beauty of consuming this ripe peach as opposed to watching it rot,
water the plants,
chaos postponed amidst the red sky,
commence again once the blue renews,
beautiful melancholy,
I stand in silence as my mind races in blind fury,
deaths on a sunny day,
life aborn the rain,
grow through the withered and shine on shine..far..
far, far away.
In a tantric, darkish light way.