Listen to the music; let it wrap your soul in cellophane.
Green blue green blue green blue violet.
Smell the colours of sound as they fill your eyes with warmth.
The denial of weakness is not a manifestation of strength.
To simply survive is to hide under the carpet.
Freedom reflects desire like our eyes seek to reflect mortality.

If only we could entrap the rarest pain giving breath to the seductive nightmares of poetry. Admit it: All hope is oblivion, ignorance is the only path to bliss. Cease your struggle against death and you might understand that nothing but sorrow lies in the heart of pure Beauty.