His dreams are dreams of distress
The agony that alights from anguish
The grief that accompanies his every waking hour
Stillness of the ache to be cherished
The sorrow that descends his soul
Glorious peace that has seeped through cracks of melancholy
Where will one find a state of greater numbness?
Tranquility levitates lolling in the muck of despondency
The trepidation that bedfellows evade
Seduces him into its silent waters
Icy fingers caresses his already frozen spirit
Suffocating him as he sinks under
Striking are the icicles of unfeeling pain
Sadistic is the song of this simpering sadness
How then is he so obsessed?
Obsessed with this strange kind of madness
The ecstasy that he awaits in anticipation
The hope of anonymous allure
The knowing of what is to come
Throws him into throes of something delightfully obscure
His best creation awaits revealing
Unearth it he shall
Now he’s experienced the soreness of misery
Effervescence of genius creeps a cunning crawl
The world beholds with bated breath
Greatness conceived in excruciating alliance
Beauty that glints through the broken shards
Beautiful are the shards. The Shards of brilliance.
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