Subtle Kaleidoscope

. . . A question to you To the demon that stays in my head To the letter I wrote to which I never gave an end To the book that gave me hope in dead To the pessimism that baked my day red And I said, " Do you love me enough to have stayed this long inside my head?" The book, the letter, the pessimism then fell quiet, They got tired from my constant need  to clarify. But my demon chuckled and gave a cry, "You are a cathedral of hope that is dead, And you would rather burn yourself red Than change your locks and be fed  With Love, the only medicine to your sad." And I think that My demon loves me more , (my bad) With a teary glare and a little courage that I always lacked, I whispered to my demons, " You have my permission not to ever love me back." _s.k.

. . .  Will you try again? One more time  One more than this infinite  This infinite of questions in your mind Once again will you try ? Hear me cry? One more time. One more than this infinite  When I will choose to stay quiet, light and far away from your bright. Will you try again? Let your mind shout inside my brain. One realistic, one saving the other brain from the emotionless pain. One more time? Once again, than the infinite The lost clouds over my decaying sight, blaming me too. To have stared longer than you should, at those cruel eyes. That froze my light, to let me die To not think about the lies but the truth hiding in deny. Will you try again? Push my walls into glass grains Throw my demons in vain Cry me out walking through a dark lane To the Life he Lives To the Life I lie And to live through me without any gains To the the vessel that only drains,  the optimism on my desert of blame. Will you try? One more than the infinite. _S.K . . . "Pouring o...