Convoluted

An iconic state of confusion
Is slowly cultivating itself into my already convoluted mind

Its like I’m slipping further and further away... towards a tainted twilight
Which has been immensely riddled with particle eclipses and paranormal skies

Once more would I like to hear the talented goodbyes

That screams from the ongoing raging sunset

As it agonizes over its own looming demise

The lonesome soul forever tied to a personified wasteful vanity

A vampiric like lust held by a dense dark destiny thus gravity 

To think that light would even shine in this black pearl of life that is mine

...Hysterical, and together all to horrifying to comprehend

But, beautiful nonetheless

Akin to the notion of a raving senseless composer

Slamming his finger tips upon the archaic piano's broken keys 

Hoping for the world to understand the melody

That would thrive from the chaos of his overbearing heart

The simpleton left daring… always daring for an everlasting encore

How delusional can one man be

However, what is a man without his dreams

Can you now see why I am so uncertain about my own sanity

As I watch this setting sun burn with its first and last dying cry

I only wish I could trap this sight within my eyes

To let this view remain throughout the night

Perhaps then my soulless stare would gleam with wonder

Allowing me to look clearly beyond this obscure turmoil that lies

A clouded magic vindicated
Thus I ask who dares to dream otherwise

~ Paradise's Poet ~