How’s one to know,

When incandescence will show?

Obsolete has become a pattern,

Who even takes the time, to look to Saturne?

Blinding flames in her eyes,

But I still turn to my lies,

Even when the comfort of ashes,

Could heal all of my gashes.

Why can’t I support conflagration?

When it brings me redemption?

When combustion in a wildfire,

Could be the path to what I desire.

My spirit can’t seem to meet my pain.

What will I do if I refuse to suffer?

Nothing can come if I am chained,

To the life I’ve spent in a smolder.

I need to meet my striking inferno,

And let it paint in iridescent colors,

The world I’ve emptied of flowers,

For the peace of the afterglow.

It's always been about danger. You look around and the void doesn't scare you. How could it scare you when every inch of your being, from the hand your mother was the first to touch, to the bones you've repeatedly broken, are filled with nothingness? A complete, unvarnished emptiness. So you look out, not for yourself or any of life's discrepancies ready to tear you to shred. You just look out for everything else, all the meaningless statements we all get to witness from afar. On top of a building, after a day that consumed you a bit too much, for a bit too long. Or on top of a cliff, when the countryside air you're supposed to enjoy, isn't even enough to allow you to breath. What do you do then? When your lungs are empty, what should you scream? What is there to say to a void who won't listen? Well, maybe there shouldn't be any words! Maybe, they completed their purpose. What is the meaning of having a plethora of them, when no one is standing on the receiving end? So, when you're done listening, to the anger making your fists vibrate, or to the ineffable fear inhabitating your heart, you leave place for place itself. Our bodies, intangible structures that no two persons could describe in a similar manner. These perfectly broken silhouettes, forever filling up the void with space. Coming from a few twirls or some head shaking. How can you get shuttered when you're insatiable? When every little part of your being and imagination that you let hatred consume, is constantly reinventing itself? Dancing on a precipice. Ceasing the world by a faded sight while leaving for all to see an imperfect posture, in eternal movement.

Standing in circle, bound by their fate,

With purposes more wicked than the devil's gate.

How many scars must burden their skin,

That their breath still breathes in face of their sin?

Can I truly run and take her away?

Is it the only way they don't sacrifice their pray?

And I hear her screams in vivid echoes,

Will her opal pupils end up breaking, like a frozen rose?

I now have a sword in my hands, the size of her guitar.

Call me Ades as you watch from afar.

Let me be temerous, let me be wild, as my dignity shows!

Tear me to pieces, rip me apart, as my freedom goes!

Why am I standing with the eyes I just opened?

Take them from me as I escape this dark omen!

My sword is gone as I am a coward dreamer.

Her silouhette fades, as my hopes get muffled in the mouth of a screamer.

A souvenir for my carved soul,

The moment freezes as I fall.

You let us burn in the hallway,

I staggered through flames, you didn't stay.

All the shades incurved in my mind,

A souvenir for my carved soul.

A ray from outside makes a sign,

Tarnishing this scene, so dismal.

The sounds resonate through my core,

The rattle when you made us unmorred,

A souvenir for my carved soul,

Smirching when we were etheral.

And I muffle my screams in your sheets,

Your scent makes me bend to my feet,

Salt streams incept my renewal,

A souvenir for my carved soul.

Truth be told, his posture had always overshadowed my dreams.

I was a mislead sailboat, on the ocean of his faded blue jeans.

I've never wanted a heart of stone and balls of steel,

But a faithful promess to escape in my dad's 57 Chevy that we'd steal.

We were fire and ice, our identities being our solemn sacrilege.

He dealt with anger like a rolling thunder, full of rage,

While I exposed my fears and laid out my tears to the pillars of heaven.

Blindingly hoping for an other answer than to run.

It became the devil's last chance to show me a mishievous solution,

And I accepted to be a torn leather jacket in my own narrative.

But when my dried-up tears were about to sign my dereliction,

I saw him come for me like a bat out of hell, someone finally sensitive.

And my amber eyes got the reflections they wanted in his mending soul,

My litigious feelings turned into a straight desire of making us a whole.

And the world witnessed the beginning of this journey,

That would end in a car far away from the sea.

Is there anything more treacherous?

As you try to understand if you can have it both ways,

Relief, hope and an ecstatic mind when you choose to open the door, so perilous,

But when you're pushed out, hatred in a betrayed soul stays.

The embodiment of a sarcastic conclusion,

When your cage has the same traits as liberty,

When you go, guided by your own voice, the breeze is your salvation,

Otherwise, air turn to stone, ironically.

Cease freedom in a confined space on a time you chose,

And the door you opened is the escape to your fight.

But if it shuttered your destiny as it closed,

Intangible chains will forever darker your sight.

Everything you've cherished is now behind,

When you had to let them crook your lifeline.

This path has been set out for you and you're broken,

But was it you fault they decided for your portrait to be frozen?

And now that you're gone it all revolves around your absence,

Who could tell who you were before it all became intense?

Who would risk unveiling something and stop your oversight ?

You, who was left behind the door disappeared into the night.

A quest through unknown lands, a search through your own mind, in struggle.

A redemption through your own mistakes, through your regrets, in exile.

Always being on the verge of crying,

Trying to keep up with life and end up falling,

 Your silhouette is engraved in the darkness of my pupils,

And I close my eyes, knowing your the answer to my riddles.

And in rooms full of people taking away my fierce and haunting my nights,

My auroras borealis turn into frightening lights,

The slightest part of my imagination into a figure of you,

As my refrained screams turn into tears,

I look for you.

I look for you in unbearable noise that you turn into southern melodies,

With scars all over me that your subtle laugh heals,

Bearing tumultuous pains, your back makes me forget,

And treacherous sensations, your mind reset.

You paint the colour of my thoughts in mystical shades,

And I reach for a part of your heart as my fears fade.

You shaped every part of my mind in incandescent flowers,

And I let them glow on our dreams, you're my everything, forever.