Precious and painted, She does not seem To view this world The same as me. Reflected thoughts Through smokey lens Reveals a reality Where angels
Walking though winded In a world unwanted while Stripped of undeniable desires. Not here. Not now. Just not. Zombie styled steps Disguised as Dalkhai Are
Do you know How silence feels? It is as weightless And dark as space. It sucks the air From viscous lungs That once did shout
No one to left stand or rise up high, To shout above the backroom bargaining Bewitching so many while switching off Sanity’s night light next
And so it shifts. It lifts. It swings. Winging wide from there to there While lunging first low. Then high. Bouncing from extreme to extreme.
Ill-fitting on unfamiliar feet. Stepping with a wide stride While walking in a foreign haze. Dazed but unfazed on unsteady gait Meandering and measuring the