antidote
used to sleep like an angel
waiting for a cry in heaven
morning clipped its wings
he could never fly again.
chose to be swallowed
from underneath the black waters
consult the mourning dreams
with fountain of horrors
dark moon waning blue
in summer skies half empty;
bitter with sweet expectations
thoughts in rapt solitary.
insult from blindness
or maybe stirred away
left alone in dark sorrows
seek for the dusk someday
meditation in the soft wind,
though it might be a sin..
unveiling in the mirror,
it bends invisibly within.
to see me, i wish him not
could just stay in this cavity
only dream of one desire
for this written tragedy:
perceive some kind of antidote
for the agony that lies
in the soft sky that moves
in fusion with his eyes..
