Fallen Icarus

In surrealism’s arms;
She offers her cold embrace,
With her deceiving smile she charms.
With broken wings;
I aim to soar, try to fly…
Bloodied up, it hurts, I cry!
Black smoke afloats;
Damn! it chokes.
Illumination blindly guiding.
To crossroads unwavering; misleading!
Deafening serenity abound;
Absolute Nirvana, never found.
Cloaked fears chase me,
My tombstone they carry!
Blind preachers summon a test.
A cliff I reach, I rest…
I look down, I bleed.
With weary knees I plead.
Drops of crimson,
Fall to the vast oblivion.
Trinity ever so Holy,
On all my slumber persistently lonely.
Darkness I peeked;
At the bottom destiny I seeked.
Then I leap!
I weep…
Did I soar, did I fly?
A mystery…
Oh! Fate, Why…?!