DELIQUIUM
Welcome to the exile,
For most of us this text file,
For some of us the next mile,
Among their many likes.
For us to crest this quest pile,
We interlace our clammy fingers ,
With foggy billows born from dawn,
And once our mind in safety lingers,
We're haunted by this chest bile,
In dreams of heads on steady spikes.
You may pretend, you may ignore,
But piano keys won't cease to play,
Until you find yourself adrift,
Reality's about to shift,
Say farewell to Mother shore,
As waterfalls are known to say.
Do you hear it rushing?
No longer being part
Of the ones you used to
hear
see
feel
rushing for their crushing end.
Now go, and leave this text file,
Your very first and next mile
Is just about to start.
(DolphinByDefault, 2024)
Listening to:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TAgjyN9Bo4Y