Innocent delusion

Naïve heart

Innocent delusion

Broken by desire

Tossed into a fire

Not just another liar

I should have been looking

Looking pass the words

When prefect is not perfection

The stare was there

Daring to question

Naïve heart

Innocent delusion

Broken by desire

Tossed into a fire

Not just another liar

I should have heard

What was said between the lines?

When there is silence

And all the I don’t knows

As the liar in caught

Naïve heart

Innocent delusion

Broken by desire

Tossed into a fire

Not just another liar

I should have believe my eyes

I should have believe what I heard

Something inside wouldn’t let me

Something inside wanted it turn out differently

As a result I am left broken inside

A prisoner of trust

The hostage in isolation

Wanting something new

Too terrified to take a step

Till the moment I seen you

In that instant I know

Without you I would be empty

Naïve heart

Innocent delusion

Broken by desire

Tossed into a fire

Not just another liar

I should have been looking

Looking pass the words

When prefect is not perfection

The stare was there

Daring to question

I should have heard

What was said between the lines?

When there is silence

And all the I don’t knows

As the liar in caught

Naïve heart

Innocent delusion

Broken by desire

Tossed into a fire

Not just another liar

Naïve heart

Innocent delusion

Broken by desire

Tossed into a fire

Not just another liar

The hostage in isolation

Wanting something new

Too terrified to take a step

Till the moment I seen you

In that instant I know

Without you I would be empty

Omissions

Regrets never done

Bound in one’s own skin

Ironic should haves 

Bound by skin and bone

A novel read in monotone

About this colorless world

Qui vive whispers in the dark

Who goes there?

Delusional trespassing pedestrians

Residing in this lugubrious satisfactory

Fearing the shadows in the dark

If this is hell there needs to be a heaven

All those should have been

All those could have been

Bound in one’s own skin

Just another irreverent narrative

Edwardian monotone

As the rain pours down

Then the snow piles high

Making all humor frosty

Bound to skin and bone

In the name of this colorless world

The Qui vive whispers in the dark

Fearing the shadows in the grays

Votive vortex

Charm the immortal spirit

Symbolizing a wishful prayer

A three dimensional artificial light

Transparent vitreous humor

Sitting in a vitrine as a vishua on guard

Representational virtuoso

Reflecting reality in a very broken mirror

Particular viridian hue glows

The Cidorium suspended over you

In the shadows of your mind

All your secrets in the baldacchino

Sitting on the balcony trite and obvious

A personality so banco

Pygmalion marble returning the cold

Dripping wet boldly subtle

A charm for a ghost

Lost between worlds

Lost between cultures

Symbolizing the impractical

Artificial surreal reality

Secession from tomorrow

Abyss

I was thinking about you

That is interesting

Why were you doing that?

That is the smartest thing you have ever said

That is interesting

Why do you think that is?

Talks on the brink of nothing

Subtle on the shadow of silence

Meaning in nothing

Everything needs time to grow

Then it’s going to be impossible

A knot left untied

Discussions on the edge of naught

Restrained in the shadows of stillness

Significance lost on you

All things need time to grow

Cultivate on the new

Wreckage settles in broken reflections

Dissolving in decrypted delusions

Talks on threshold of nothing

Delicate in the gloom of quiet

Everything needs time to grow

Even the memories of tomorrow

Even the memories of yesterday

Wreckage defining image

Dissolving revolving ghosts

Blending night and day

Thought on the very rim of an abyss

Make the banging stop

The constant aching is hideous

Some wounds never heal

Faith in trust is one

Everything needs time to grow

I was thinking about you

That is interesting

Why were you doing that?

That is the smartest thing you have ever said

That is interesting

Why do you think that is?

Little white angel

Little white angel

Don’t cry

Head hanging low

Frozen in time

In a place people forgot

I see the anger lucking there

The eye burning behind the shield

Innocence scorched by humanity

Ghost in all those dreams

Silver anomalies in the fabric of lives

Time flows in oceans coming in waves

Little white angel

Don’t cry

Head hanging low

Frozen in time

In a place people forgot

I see the hatred in those steely eyes

Defiance in every action you do

Rebelliousness in all that subtle boldness

Scared by those ingenuous action of a few

Tormented in those dreams

Shadows elongate in the dark

Sciophobia  in all the grays

One day the dreams will let go

And the darkness will fade

Little white angel

Don’t cry

Head hanging low

Frozen in time

In a place people forgot