Echoes in Oblivion

Glossing silence over my lips,

Staring into oblivion's bliss,

Trolled by creeping thoughts

Meandering through the cerebral hallways 

I watched time in disbelief.

Having painted a couple of words

Without a crown to endorse

Pouring a wishing well portion 

Hoping fairies to pull a Cinderella

Trumping the trolls incharge.

I spilled my poison into her ear

Hoping to recover my smitten heart

In doubt, of what was to be

As her beauty had me twisted in blues

Praying for the cupid arrow not to miss.

Piped into ground

Misstepping to the feast

My soul wondered in the wild

Seeking an anchor home

Waiting her reply to zone me in.

Glass Cuts

Why do you drawn me to the sheets?

When you know perfectly clear

I am afraid of heights.

Calling me for a dance amidst a fight.

Tying up our souls to the sleeves of the bed,

Yet undressed with uncertainty locks.

So! Please do tell me.

Why do I feel like singing?

While heavens drew us split off Haven

Scratching the back of a camel.

Yet unhinged with thoughts of spears

Thrown to the deep end of reality

Unhinged.

Heightened to puzzling questions...

Why's playing tricks,

to the bidding of fiesting fists

Punching the air to lost breath of time

Tied in strings of purple

Blue-blackened in passionate heaven kissing.

So! Please

please

please

Do to tell!

Why do you drawn me to the sheets?

When you know perfectly clear

I am afraid of heights.