Take a look at my caricature
Atrocious letters chain through my lungs
Pouring out of lips , carelessly flung
Towards shriveled minds, my chilled soul
Sits in empty rooms emanated by self paroles .
Thoughts astray like tangled earphones
Pirouetting through my alternative bones
This winters solstice is far from complete
With a character too cliche , too obsolete.
Ongoing requiem for those out of reach
Hoping for rainbows , hence drenched in bleach
The world , I am unable to comprehend
Yet the ropes don’t intrigue me to suspend.
From coal to ashes , a tragedy to behold
The ocean roars threats on voluptuous folds
My bed lays in depths one cannot conceive
Banned is the sun in my make-believe.
King Midas would marvel , I suppose
Despite the lack of gold and lack of prose
I push away ignorance , my psychological crutch
And disgust all that I crave to touch.
My flaws , I have laid down gingerly one by one
Like sticks and stones that seldom hurt someone
There lies a hidden flicker under that frigid face
I am but a labyrinth , a minds fervent place.