The pen in my hand
Black Ink down, the paper plain
As I write it all out
Words distants me to a caliginous state.
The Caliginous world,
Like her kajaled eyes,
It's a dark and Beautiful place to be.
Place where I forget all,
sad's and sorrows,
Guarded around by ink and words,
As if a black hole of my, i own,
Where all the pain is Evanescent.
I'm distanced by my words,
To a place ruled by love,
Where tears roll down in happiness,
The unbroken hearts own the place,
Where unicorn exists, is not a myth,
The ashes can still turn to phoenix,
Happy people dancing around,
Celebrating Lives being eternal,
Where shattered things are mosaic-ed again
Where life can overrule the death
As the black ink flows by,
On the same paper plain.
That's where my words
To a caliginous dream state.