Red fire alarm next to the door
Closed as always had been
Red as my hands
My mind, my eyes
Red that I smell
All day, all night
Red In my nightmares
As drops pour over my skin
Capping the blood
Under a transparent cloak
Banishing the smell
Like I won’t sense it no more
I want to scream
Weakens every second
Like a stranger yelling from distant alleys
Farther, farther, farther
Until it finally disappears
A break of peace and calmness
Bit of softness in my soul
An orchestra of guns perform
Overtures of severance when lights are off
Arrival of sunshine in the dusty room
Reminds me of duties
Never delayed, never forgotten
A glance in the mirror
Reminds me of nothing
Eternally plain and vain
Ritual after day
Ritual after night
Unavailing trial of persuasion
Of An incomplete soul
Allurement of simple mind games
Fooling myself
Another glance in the mirror
A deep look in dark apple
I realize,
Recurrence of this infinite quest
Will stop when I find who I am,
When I see myself
