masterpiece of eternal weaving:

                                                                human emotions tangle and blend
                                                      in shades of sorrow - for darkness
                                                                                always lurks behind



                                                                   the night is always drunk on tears
                                                                                that people bleed. crystal-crimson
                                                                        merging, weeping, dying:

                                                                                                can you still find the voice to scream
                                                                                                                when all around you
                                                                                                       everything is fading: but your heart
                                                                                                                still beats in that agonising unheard cry

                                                                                                                                of protest

                                                                                                and scarlet-stained
                                                                                                                the white of snow
                                                                                                        is now impure: this is the colour
                                                                                                                                of tarnished innocence.

                                                                                                fallen dreamers clutch and wail
                                                                                                                for broken shards of dreams
                                                                                                      intoxicated by fast-disappearing fantasies
                                                                                                                                they slip away
                                                                                                                       still reaching out for illusions

                                                                                                                broken lovers hurt and bleed
                                                                                                                                for an unrequited emotion:
                                                                                                                      prey to the ravages of love

                                                                                                why do you not see?!
                                                                                                                gruesome faces leer at you
                                                                                                                                from behind a perfect masquerade
                                                                                                                      this is torn emotion, the failing flight
                                                                                                                                                of a broken-winged bird

                                                                                                                                falling unwillingly
                                                                                                                                                into darkness.

                                                                                                                                (and darkness
                                                                                                                                                always lurks behind