Fallen

My scarlet visions, like refelections of my subconscious.

Beyond the starlit heaven the horizon burns with flames, so red.

As my eyes bear witness to this euphoria, this apocalypse,

I hear the gates within my head open silently.

A new world takes form and its attraction temps me to enter.

I leave my body without farewells, peacefully through violet corridors

painted with beautiful reflections, from my life.

A sunrise beckons beyond the clouds,

so dark, as rivers stream through the air in stillness.

Through the emptiness where thoughts take form,

and into the lands of purgatory.