Dungeon of billion desires, blurred lines from a misted tale.
Slight sound of breath, a sigh that sounds so pale.
Thirsty ears long for the songs, the sounds of heartbeats.
Life cannot exist, without music on the streets.
What does your vision produce, without the trancing rays?
“Darkness of silence, deafened in the shadow of haze.”
Senses feel ecstatic, in the moment of silence between the drum beats.
The sounds are heard in silence, beneath the blank sheets.
The white snow looks so dark, in the darkness of night.
Colors, deceitfully beautiful, are an illusion of the light.
The lies beneath the truth, truth is an outward faux.
Everything is anything, reality is a paradox.