Here to paint my brain with poetry. Yes poetry?

Thoughts either serve

Or they fry the brain

Drugs can melt it

But then that could cause frying

So time ticks and melting and frying exists

That is motivating

When others sometimes hurl ticks

Then the path does light up

Going forward or maybe so easilly

Down.

At the majestic road

Wedding flower open like shrouds

Her hand reaching to the sky

Lemons falling from each tree

Just symbolism or reality?

At the majestic road

Wedding flower open like shrouds

Her hand reaching to the sky

Lemons falling from each tree

Just symbolism or reality?

Like a death.

What was so bright and shining

Has no light now

Does not exist for mine eyes

It is now a black space

As if by God's black paint!

Now like a black hole!

Very strange!

The star I saw last night is no longer there.

Looking out into the darkness I could not make out the nebula.