Arts
Tears drop To an emotionless sea Played to the notes of human shiny objects that draws me…Wired of ecstasy Sonar echo’s throughout the dayless nights Full of endless memoriesOrchestrated by every move I makeEvery poem I bakeEvery depressing stakeDrawn by a virtualistic takeOf my beating hearts drumsLike a ton of notes to a simple songBuilt by an energy full of vengeance and deceitBut with love and honor just the sameThe Yin and the YangGiven just enough to bearTo learn not to churn, not to believe in human illusion Twisted Realities…That catchy beat played on every kids top 10 Again and againDrawn as the energy color changeWhether consciously weary or awake7 layers downSleepHalf baked