In isolation and warm lucid tears,
I banished myself to destruction’s fight
Then screamed, hid and ran away from my fears.
Ocean nymphs reflect for the darkness’ light
Chained by white roses in the oubliette;
The morning’s scope comes to repent my sins
As a distressed damsel of Juliette;
I am now floating on gondola scenes.
Concerto’s notes play for the seasons past.
Asphyxiated…by a morbid thought,
An echo slung across me that will last
Crystallized rages of time that I brought;
Never to be consumed by my own pride,
Sit back, watch and go the ultimate ride.