Treading light

Ancient cries of pain looms  in the air like a serpent’s bile coagulating
Pieces of the stale air try to triangulate
Wishes in the air ..stupid as night
Gloom in the daze with a throne of marbled might

Power of the maze ..confused and pure
Mystic were the haze ..simple yet pure.
Breathing in the night ..heave …your chest burn; you swallow
Truth sets u free although you are hollow

Breaking in a sweat tender and mild
Praying for no forgiveness  until a time
Time in space…infinite and there
Lies in the plains seen everywhere.

Wild wishes bestowed on anything to glass
Never to waste for all were in it to gain something to pass on.
Never to be seen on your knees,but you sometime pray
Till this day the ancient thoughts will always be our masters to this day
For we are human…meek sheep who like to be lead
Enjoying life,even sometime lead you to certain death…