Aschatria - Poetry

No heaven or hell but I simply am,
a cold stone safe from your acrylic well.
Who needs you the most
makes no prisoners, so take care.
I sleep like a mantis because I pray
to catch you in my dreams;
and I hold my head still to burn my brain
with a heavy crown of the stone silence.

No heaven or hell will go into that,
to vanish in you without the substance.
My escape starter's a rocket launcher,
play out my envy, show me a trick.
I sleep like a mantis because I pray
to touch you in my dreams;
and I hold my head because in there
I can keep you in an absolute darkness.

I have to say this much to you,
maybe it's empty
after I left our wagon dead on the road,
my reason is not a quite noble one,
it's more like an apple off a fortune tree.

We all have a hearty soul
that makes us fit one another,
you may fight it just to showcase
to be different,
but only the charm delivers nothing.

It's grand that your brittle star shines blue,
it's meant to last and go with the sunshine blast
and when that moment comes
I loved you enough to keep the glow going around
what once has been known as you.