There exists a fragile world built from my dreams, a place where love and memories weave together to form a delicate tapestry. It is a world lost in the wilderness of darkness, a place where I wander, unaware, caught between the realms of reality and my own illusions. Oblivious, I walk on, I dream on.
This world of mine is like a dice on the board of destiny, rolling between fate and desire. It begins in the depths of my soul and ends in the infinity of my spirit. It is a love that seeks eternity, and I worship it like a mythical image, unaware of its fleeting nature.
I carve statues of my hidden past into the foundation of this world. They are frozen in time, left untouched and unyielding, and I long for the moments when they were alive. Still, I stand on that static stage, searching within, trying to ignite the smoke of my rage.
Tears of wax fall like melted memories, photographs torn, and letters forgotten. Apparitions of you and me are the only characters in this endless drama. All I ask for is a single moment of affection, just one. Together, like the wick and the candle, our souls could merge.
Let me be blasphemous, let me touch the sanctity of this world. I long to shatter the beads of the ethereal rosary that binds me to this existence. Alone, in this cruel December, I remain incomplete—lost in my own longing, my own yearning. If only your sight would tempt you to look at me.
As I sink into the night, painted by the eerie silence that surrounds me, I levitate my verses in your absence, hoping they might reach you. Lost in the wilderness of darkness, wherever it seems, I continue to walk, continuing to dream on, oblivious to the world around me.