Stream of Consciousness

Stream of Consciousness

Lights are brazing high in the cynical air
Buildings pale as ice sway in the midnight
And sins are dancing in the streets of madness
Fighting for screams of an old century

Fish swim pessimistically in a bubble of lies
Filled with ambition and sadness in their ignorant eyes
Holding their health in plastic bags
And throwing their faith in the white wasteland

Poor souls! Cried the old-greyed man
Holding the stick of eternity in his withered hands
Pointing to the skies of no return
And bellowing for a night that never came

Poor fools! Cried the beauteous girl
Facing the sun with hopelessness again
Wanting to tear the world with her two grey eyes
Filled with anger, misery and brine

Amongst the hopefuls here he lay
A mad Adonis in a sea of sharks
Waiting for the woeful Venus at hand
To stir out the daggers in his heart

The man looked grim as the breaths slowed down
He looked at the sad sun and begged one last chance
The watery eyes filled the thirsty land
And blood danced among the vigorous waves of the heart

Beating spread across the universe of man
And the ghastly Venus fell from the sun’s glory
Atonement swam in the kings’ hearts
And a blaze made the cradle of life vanish in worry