And here I did tally, on how my mind rallies, to finish this musing of poetic inspired, all riled up to the end as the night time progresses
A monster habit in a silent obsession, to see the world like others don't, and even more defined my senses it seems to be tonight
For on this chair before the glowing screen I'm feeling the blessed, such is the night for the one without sleep, without aim
And now as this sweetly breezing night flow caresses me whole, I slip slide and wonder for what this month brings, of all for the letter or maybe sight better
In the fetter of the moment till my rising comes, oh shame now thee the night for failing to conjoin me! For I am icy so long much even the angels still dance, then cower in darkness for nightly delights!
As such that this me till pining for salvation did knock him to senses, for a fleeting of solace to the highest forgiveness, deep through the heart so honest and justly
That he was never fond of his God but he loves that Guy still, through which much madness and bliss had they'd come be staying, for as long as he could call them!
And so I may now free myself from saying that this bondage, this bond between worlds of the living and the fantasy of the few, can't keep up feeding my wrath to let go
For within now between me and God they keep coming for more till I never saw heaven the same, fuelled up and roaring as the fan spinning next to me, agape and breezy
So that I can never stop finding in this short lifetime of mine, the way to the salvation truthful, from this many so fake and even more I can take
Till the end of this month for another happy one, as this one with all spirit he laughs not and smiles less, for this road of hell and heaven so flatlined since, for he knows that he can't go back there no more...
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2013
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