Tabula Rasa

The sounds of silence please me,
their rhythm flowing through the hollow of my being,
the holes in my sanity impart the music
Just like a flute;
Amusing to you it sounds.
That's my purpose, after all.

The objects in the dark fascinate me,
shapeless, hidden, forms unknown,
scared to be dragged out into the light;
Just like my existence,
Hiding away in the corner of a murky abyss,
in fears and repercussions,
Struggling to find peace.


Where fire dreams of calmness, and smoke of comfort;
where dust wishes for wings, and clouds for feet,
Where angels dig for venom, and the devil falls in love,
where objects seem to wail and hearts turn to stone,
is where I live,
is what I witness.

I choke on my own breath