Bare Land Covered in Lies

The morning sun rises
over this bare land,
which stretches
out depressingly naked.

A premonition of impending anxiety
gives the helpless time
to adjust
to this coming bleak morning.

A unique thought rows
in from the horizon
into my mind

The arctic's mysterious
bitter-sweet thought
helps you settle
into the morning’s bleakness

A high wave of the mind rises,
overturning
the fragile boat of thought

Sinking into thought,
everything shattering
into fragments
at last, from the depths, rose
this final spark of consciousness
from which I pour a buzzing
stream of thought
onto the page

I stained a pure white thought with black,
a color so deep
that I see the past, the future,
and ourselves
between the lines
from which my mind whispers words

dazzlingly bright
painfully aching
forbiddenly dark

which intertwine
into this life,
sketching everything
with words before me,
painting it with sentences

Until I see everything
from beginning to end,
without knowing
how it all really began
and where it all finally ends.

And now you find the truth
that won't leave you in peace
after living your life in lies

This is no longer a place
within your oppressive dreams
or a place
in the twisted
fairy tales of your books

This is reality, unfolding right
before your eyes,
fragmenting into your illusions
where the glass doors of the mind
shatter into shards
as light is swallowed by the endless
abyss of fractured thought

When the oppressive voices
of the past
want to drag a piece
of you with them
into living nightmares

but this road is familiar
filled with colored memories

missing only
the painfully beautiful memories
of reality,
etched into the unbreakable stone
of your mind

and finally,
when you get
a piece of heaven
from the hell you've been living in,
don´t let it blind you.