Pieced together in a Dazed dream,

All scars cringe sometimes. 

Slipping past in a oblivious haze,

Ignorance in its magnified rhymes. 

Slithering into holes, dark and destitute,

Cimmerian and daunting unraveled caves.

Away from stems, away from death,

Away from the woes and avarice of the living world. 

Scrambling around, to the burning ground,

In glimpses of flames, and warmth untamed. 

For here we all but pretend,

Fiegning Bliss, as winter bites with a pinch. 

Drowned in sorrows, in gold abound,

Throw a little sheen to frozen breaths. 

Unspoken, unsaid, screamed the screeching red,

Belittled by most, believed by none. 

‘Ah but well,

Rundown roads lead to nowhere’,

They said. 

Unaware, a plethora beckons,

In hidden unpaved threads. 

Stomping o’er the autumn leaves,

The golden, rusty and, bleeding trees. 

Near the shipped dreams and hopes,

The port to bliss, lies alone,

Awaiting a soul to dock.