Soul on the ice of change

Trying to cut through this is like trying to dance on Mars impossibility that can only be evident in your skull. I think it’s the fatality of being
Shackled to the words in my heart but guided by a broken mind
That’s why Not even my subconscious can be mismatch
So I’m too undecided on this path I built abridged in a dynasty of legends
Soul struck by the powerful raft of shoulders compressed to this complacent place
My soul danced today and he cried not I
Rolling clay on a pottery wheel like a potter in this prestige game
The life of a magician redefined
After I slit my own throat with this pen top blade and the bloody blue ink spills its self
Into a powerful Mac lighters flame and the satisfaction in my scream turns into the smile of my time
Take the awe out of awesome and make your own vocabulary
I forgot that part of my soul still existed when those last 10 teardrops ripped the surface of the Kleenex in my palm
Sexy has the length and inevitability of a summer rain
So why seek something that cannot last a life time and holds the weight of beauty in the human eye
Why hold hopes?
Has all this time been wasted on a little box shaped like a blue bird that cannot fly?
Why do we waste years to finally realize we cannot be loved by a lover? Unless we desire ourselves why swing on a swing on a cold summer NIGHT and plan a lustful EVENING designed
At 10:59 pm my mind died, the oblong figure in front of me turned into a sapphire of enveloping magic,
The doorknob twisted and finally opened up the door of change.