Cross Talk (Fresh cyanide)

Cross Talk  (Fresh cyanide)

An ancient peace transformed into modern chaos ,

 bounded by sour facts of timid winds ,

Instrumented my own undoing, 

 need a nothing to embrace everything!

I'm flipping through days in and out ,

 membrane of too little patience over toe

 leaving Same world at a different angle

Travelling through 5 senses

One  ignites other lights ,

 Synapse leaving faster making coherence for better ,

I'm falling stages behind ,

even words  are wiltering now , 

Yet no enough mouth to speak out loud.

  

Times are precarious ,

I've been guilty of enquiring myself in starlit  nights ,

being a prosecutor sued by his acts ,

If mind makes any sound,

 I might be the loudest innerspeaker,

During shower I pour anguish upon my form,

leaving scars of soaked impressions,

forever doomed , 

Justice , will ever work for me?

or I'll perish out of anger ?

for what I'm batteling out .

Never touched those sunlit peaks ,

still ain't embracing  those dark valleys .

Loud enough to whisper though existence,

I continue a chase , for an  incomplete voice ,

Bouncing perspectives for better clarity ,

I'm Rooted in introspection .

Eyes projecting an aura of self seeking ,

I nurtured them in darkness, blindfolded,

When I'm out from evaluation 

I yearn for eyes that perceive without judgment.