The most beautiful things,
that I want most,
that I look forward to
with so much life and spirit
that lift me by the rope of illumination –
are visions slaughtered short
by my own sharp hands that make
What people lift their heads to
their mind often falls executed.
What people smile at
their faces form deformed scars.
What people hope for
the holes in their core only grow larger.
I know, that when the sky is soft
breathing on you mesmerized shades,
relaxing the struggles in your eyes,
wrapping around you a promise for the perfect,
I will run for my life.