The Steady Siren Song

Sinking,

Swimming,

Floating,

Drowning,

Sight giving no sweet comforting letters of leave,

Incapable of finding ones bearings come eve.

Sight, how do you leave me so?

Knowing you cast me into the vantablack of the deepest darkest depths, to face this anguish on my own.

Is this true abandonment you have shown? How am I to learn and grow, while facing smoke hazed demons on my own?

How to detect the born again east, who's skies flame forward the heavenly amber of Phoenix fire?

Rising with it, the golden celestial star of a new day, whilst villains perpetually drag heavy silver shackles round my feet to the west, ensuring I never glimpse those lemony, light rays of enlightening emanation.

These demons and villains are like you and me,

Of every race and ethnicity.

Whether white or black, or shaded between,

They're sticklers for rules,

Coal red hate burning fuels

Western twilight, just swallow my sallow.

Under cyan-blue skies, submerge complicated consciousness, to the welcoming dreams of daring to be different.

Daring to want.

Daring to see.

Daring to be all that I've wanted to be.

Falling asleep through a dantrine dimension,

Ombre hues of plum wine perfection,

Veridian meadows of fictitionist fabliaux fable,

A beautiful bountiful feeling of stable

A whispering of delicate tunes in the air,

Could be mistaken for hymns calling pagans to prayer,

But this is my veridian,

My fortitude,

My pride

My rainbow of solace

I choose who's inside

This lullaby I've lived and heard well before,

This demon reality, awakened once more

Suppressing my colours, loving feeling now gone

Stop slowly sauntering to the steady siren song