Darkness is the light,
Truth, the truthful lie.
The soft pat tie like warm chains,
the smile like devil's on prey.
Oh devil! You have a photocopy!
Why sun! Your sunny sun burn my body!
The rain of inferno
like the dew falling snow,
drizzle on my fleshless body,
"I'm I a dead breathing life being?
I am, I'm not a dead being!"
My voice mumbled in the wind.
My hair dance to the winds,
My hands are my wings.
I fly like the fishes,
the horror of living.
The death in breathing;
All I felt and sing.
The devils are angels,
They speak, we smile at them.
The world's smiles hurt me,
Phew! Are they the demon near me?
Birds! Why don't you tweet?
Why don't your lips tweet?
"words from the innocent mind"
Philip Peace