A new perspective

Scattered crystals,
my prisms of dreams.
Engulfed starlight
and captured sun,
in their million fragments.

My torn out wings,
a paper-plane; I toss,
and in its folded hope
my secrets float,
in the currents of oblivion.

Where is a baby’s laughter?
The shadowed path,
without youthful smile,
how to illuminate?
My inner child when did I kill?

An adult’s vile grin,
his thousand white teeth,
razor sharp lies,
its mark has left on my soul.
The poison I feel creeping in.

In this bloodstained altar,
as I throw away my Pretense,
I sacrifice my Logic;
and as my ego I stab,
I hear Experience’s death throes.

Macabre ritual
to ancient gods
of dreams I chant.
I give you my Knowledge,
return me my fantasies.

My eyes are full again;
the life’s water flowing.
Tears of joy
hide the false paths.
At last… I am mad.

Scattered crystals,
my prisms of dreams,
jewels that engulf starlight,
tears that capture sun
in my mind’s million fragments.

I’m blind no more.