Stormy Eyes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    my eyes are turning stormy

 

         skies grow darker

                air turns colder

 

    the season of the witch

                winter is coming

 

        and my eyes are storms

Sour

 

   beauty turns sour

           in my stomach

 

    deep down who are we really

        

           but oblivion

 

   pretending to be bright stars

        but eventually

 

          imploding

 

    and the depths of our abyss

       consume the shallow

 

          surface can no longer be perceived

               we manifest the blackhole

 

         we always were

Atoms

 

   solitarily alone

 

      trying to feel

                          something

    from the words

 

              of strangers

 

   all these vibrations

      pass through me

 

   I fight against the harvest

              of my mind

          the reaping of my soul

 

    but who am I really

 

        deep down

        to my fundamental parts

 

              I'm just a collection of atoms

 

           the manifestation of the dust

                       of stars

 

          cold and distant

           empty

          long dead

 

             light

Oblivion

 

   break me apart

     into molecules

 

    even smaller

       separate my atoms

 

   exploding into funeral pyre

 

           naught even ashes

             to ashes

     

                nor

             dust

               to dust

 

      break me down

        destroy my sorrow

     

         I do not wish to exist

 

          

Frequency

   the agency

      with which vibration

 

   moves through the soul

 

    rending the calm

       to chaos

   within a fractured moment

 

    it is a function

        and manifestation

 

          of the universe