Stars of blood are falling
From a sky of deepest grey
Into a bottomless bowl.
Skeletons of steel
Loom out of a rusty plane
And knock against rotting flesh.
Jewels are blinking
In an ocean of misery.
I’m pulling myself together,
Trying to find a piece of endurance —
Just a knock on the door
And a lie unfolds.
Butterflies of emotion,
Flowers of rebellion.
Spheres that descend
From heavens of contentment
Unto the gound-level
Of shining life.
Beams of light dance alone —
Silvery shades of beauty
That break the nightly shades.
Sounds invade dimensions
That never heard a thing.
Headlights in a darkness
That enfolds only nothingness
And nothing special.
