"Eruption"

“Eruption”

I.

It makes my brain explode,

while the psychedelic,

of the wine and roses,

possess the beast within me,

to lust for the inferno palpitation.

II.

As it seems to every man of each day,

conditions of the crucifixion,

live within the realms,

of a sound and solemn lullaby,

While thirst for admiration disappears.

III.

I become that of dust,

and that of earthy stone,

untouched, by the hands of the nefarious.

As I bestow upon thee the silhouette,

of a spirit, using the compass of light as my navigation.

IV.

I fly and I soar.

Yet still, I cannot comprehend where I am.

for I am lost in the trance of the uncharted.

No sound, no sight. The absence of existence.

The wrath of compassion pierces my heart.

V.

I feel blades of grass brush across my feet,

while the shattering of glass,

rain and reflect the light of our sun.

The luster beholds such beauty and pain.

For when I walk, the remnants prick my feet.

VI.

Knowledge lurks through the vessels of our minds,

To guide us towards the light of truth.

As we are ignorant before such indoctrinations,

These truths will only echo in the minds of few,

and will forever guide them towards salvation.