Blank Walls

My eyes blankly follows
the hands of the clock of vengeance.
Moments of peace ticking away-
shattering my mind's abundance.

Through the cold mist
I see familiar faces of destruction.
Traces of the anguished tears
binds the search of salvation.

The colored messages of the past
levitate away from the clear sky.
The decadent soil erupts itself
to let the mortal faith die.

Imprints of the luminous
memoirs fade away in the cavity.
Remember the days of bliss
gone and transformed to perfect hostility.

I'm gone, dear,
and death won't bring me back.
Lost in the sight of blank
I see no hope on the side of this track.

I know that the soft beam of grace
would hollow up nothing on my delight.
The fading darkness on the
eye of the storm would not stop
my spirit from taking a violent flight.

That angelic caress
surely touched the palate of my soul.
But now, misery puts my sanity
hanging on the towering pole.

This sadness is a form
of the curved stature of poetry.
I force happiness created
by delusions of alienated frenzy.

I never wished
to hex all tears forever.
It seems pain and sorrow
are the only things I deliver.

Secrets we keep
are hints of this unsurpassed voodoo.
These make this matter worse;
It's time for us to be true.

All left to do is to cry some blood
to bury under the sands of time.
I surrender, and now,
I have to carry the yokes of my crime.







Acceptance and knowledge work hand in hand.
You have to know to accept.
You have to accept to know.
Open your minds and your hearts.
Feel and rationalize.


I wish the world could just shut up and smile because all we need is some ice cream and a hug.