A cry, a plea

I haven't written in a while

The skies of my creative was veiled in clouds

Black, grey's and reds

The color palette I label dread

I haven't spoken much in a week.

I've pondered much on the interpretation of peace

I scoured the depths intent on discovery

Ignored the voices inside that said

This burden isn't yours to bear

Sorrow draped itself around me

I became an infant swaddled in birth cloth

Swirling around in amitotic fluid about to be reborn

Like a moth I emerged from a cocoon of deep troubled thought

And what did I learn? I learnt naught

On this odyssey my life has been

Many a time my ship berthed on death shores

But something always thrust me back to sea

But like a fixated love he sought me

Battling for the right to tongue kiss

I evaded, albeit barely

Enemies gather like a shroud like piranhas hidden in silky clouds

Two faced liars they are

Friend till the end

With teeth hungering for bloodied beef

I live

Locked in a tussle with forces alien to human subspecies

I breathe weariness

Shackled by the knowledge I can't speak to any who'll understand what it means to be me

A dwarf star implodes

And I awaken to the fact that I have drifted

Into the Nebula of stoicism

Haunted by ghosts of inner impropriety

Struggling to cage a wild beast, a fire simmering

Like a volcano

Gyro forces about to be unleashed

To the King

My last words would be

Save me