My mind is hanging
Like an old lantern
Of whose flame
has set ablazed
a long time ago.
Long before we parted
And far before when
your vivid memories cleared
And fell from my dreamy eyes.
The soul fumed, burnt, charred
And shattered into pieces in this galactic universe of a thousand suns.
Where the demons still dance and purge
And where the thin red line of death & life merge.
Just like the Starry night of Vincent,
I’m sitting in the frame of my mind’s Asylum
Gazing for something into nothing. At all.
But there is still a light.
Somewhere, there’s still a fire.
And where there is life,
There is a hope.
False no matter how it may be…