A Broken Record

When I started to write

My brain relapsed

And I became blind.

I resembled

A broken record.

So I turned

My art into singing devilish songs

                          

When the moon settled on my thighs,

The sun hid behind my head

And I hid behind the stars,  

Slit the world into two,

Just to expose the quintessence of the Earth's failure.

I ended up feeling a little warmth in my eyes

The sound I make with this delicate organ

Is joy that reflect my past glory,

Was I able to slit the world into two?

I am hoping it slowly turn true in your heart;

Or quickly find its way into the reef of the ocean in your eyes.

When I truly start to write

My voice will smoothen like silk

I will burn

A rose -- petal by petal

And melt its fragrance into nothingness.

No, I will rather be stronger

And control blank space

Within the walls of

An empty room

I am that light that sparkles from devilish music

When I learn how to play an organ in an empty space

I would spell history as "My-Story"

Because there's no his to make "Hi(s)-Story".

But yes! There are mysteries  

I dare not write about them

Or else you would live a nightmare

When I learn how to sing,

I would sing better than Lucifer

Who is said to have a thousand tongues able to

Bring buildings with strong hollow columns

To its knees.

I would rather gather enough strength from within

To bring the world crushing down.