Somewhere beyond the veil, far from the claws of civility,
Past the grey building that echos hostility,
Lies a humble hearth that would save my sanity,
touched by the goddess Hestia’s divinity.

Oh! Look-emerging from the lemon orchards is my lover,
Who runs to bring me a four leaf clover.
His golden touch makes me shiver;
I swear you could see his eyes shimmer.

You could taste the saline breeze,
That sprints from the languid sea;
the waves thrash in a symphony-
My brush drips with aquamarine.

You can smell the warm honeyed sky,
Curling from the fresh baked pies,
Or from the midnight hyacinths that cry ,
That my golden one helped reach the sky.

Those delicate fingers pluck the stings of  the lyre,
Resonating a rhapsody the gods admire,
That fills my heart with desire,
As I look dumbstruck ,this heartthrob I’ve acquired.

You say,“when you know you know”,
And I think I will finally  grow’
With my arms linked with my beau’
As we cocoon under the weeping willow.

But  my ears rings with screams,
As I realise it was all a dream;
My sheets wet from the streams-
Was it all just  my mind’s scheme?

My world now is once again grey.
I don’t know how will I go about my day;
My hands have no-one  left to sway,
For I am as lonely as they say.

You tell me, that memory I should not save,
But my heart is not that brave.
For after all, I am my grief’s slave-
You know each day I wish I were in my grave.

The salty stream of pain streaks across my face
And my mind lost in an ashen haze,
I yearn for an understanding gaze,
But the world is lost in their own maze.
Standing on the ledge of annihilation; screaming give me a reason

Was a child of the summer,  my soul used to shimmer.
The morning daylight that once made my heart  flutter,
Now charrs my back to the colours of dying embers.
Standing on the ledge of annihilation ; screaming give me a reason

I used to finger paint the world with vibrant hues.
This sadness, silent but wailing for rescue,
And its underpainting has dappled me blue.
Standing on the ledge of annihilation; screaming give me a reason

My heart is tired of flooding blood to this prison.
The cuts  now bleed crimson.
My own thoughts have committed treason.
Standing on the ledge of annihilation; screaming give me a reason

A red blade lies there, my hands trembling,
My palms covered in blood, my fingertips twitching,
With red liquid, from the cuts bleeding.

When my eye catches my reflection,
They turn red from rejection,
Not by someone, but from my own aversion.

When my thoughts are free, and my heart bleeds,
I feel the attention on the rolls of fat as it kneads,
My face looks disgusted ,as the double chin heeds.

My feet are tired from climbing up the road,
My spine split from carrying the load,
My heart sick of drowning in the tears of the pain never told.

The walls closing in
The white noise increasing
The blade appealing

A red blade lies there, my hands trembling,
My palms covered in blood, my fingertips twitching,
With red liquid, from the cuts bleeding.