Grey, the skies speak silently,
Monochrome, the streets weave their course.
Disturbed, their eyes shift violently,
Souls they try to cleave without remorse.
Darkness shares its emptiness willingly,
Befriending those whose hearts are undead.
Apathy is softly killing me,
A silent murderer beyond words unsaid.
Death is incumbent upon the mortal,
Life is futile for those who strive it.
Enlightenment is found through the inner portal,
Understanding is bestowed to those who derive it.
Extract, exact, refract the light,
That precedes every shadow,
And beauty will be well within sight,
In a shining splendor of sallow.
Green, the grass whispers melodiously,
Kaleidoscope, vision is a mosaic of color.
Tranquility, the coolness of the morning settles on the lotus leaf,
Sky, a sea of serenity, a somnolent luller.
I fall asleep, to the softness of earth,
Relief consuming my body's gratitude,
And I can't help but weep, remembering my birth
Belief in death's latitude.
The ephemeral nature of time is a paradox of life,
Whilst ugliness and beauty are transient.
True balance strikes at the equinox of strife,
And whatever counteracts is simply ambient.
Beauty may be temporarily pleasing,
And ugliness may take away all that once was,
But the way to reach that which is eternally appeasing
Is to pray for the Abode that finally does.
-By Zelus
Monochrome, the streets weave their course.
Disturbed, their eyes shift violently,
Souls they try to cleave without remorse.
Darkness shares its emptiness willingly,
Befriending those whose hearts are undead.
Apathy is softly killing me,
A silent murderer beyond words unsaid.
Death is incumbent upon the mortal,
Life is futile for those who strive it.
Enlightenment is found through the inner portal,
Understanding is bestowed to those who derive it.
Extract, exact, refract the light,
That precedes every shadow,
And beauty will be well within sight,
In a shining splendor of sallow.
Green, the grass whispers melodiously,
Kaleidoscope, vision is a mosaic of color.
Tranquility, the coolness of the morning settles on the lotus leaf,
Sky, a sea of serenity, a somnolent luller.
I fall asleep, to the softness of earth,
Relief consuming my body's gratitude,
And I can't help but weep, remembering my birth
Belief in death's latitude.
The ephemeral nature of time is a paradox of life,
Whilst ugliness and beauty are transient.
True balance strikes at the equinox of strife,
And whatever counteracts is simply ambient.
Beauty may be temporarily pleasing,
And ugliness may take away all that once was,
But the way to reach that which is eternally appeasing
Is to pray for the Abode that finally does.
-By Zelus