I look for silence
in the echos of melancholy
Broken glasses of memories
Wrapped in a kaleidoscope
A tunnel with no escape.
The shattered pieces
Meaningless in their lone existence
Form shadows that mesmerize
Castles of dreams
And hell's abyss
Both side by side.
Yet none is true
Shapes that have no existence
And colours that fade and shrivel
To form new demons each time
And gods to slay them...
I slip down the tunnel
Watch my own reflection
Contort and distort
Dying and being reborn
At the same time.
The gods that came to slay the demons
Have formed an organised religion
And demons have been let lose
All in a tunnel with no exit or existence
The kaleidoscope, of memories untold.
Saba
