DELIRIUM

The delirium lasts in my soul.

Fevered I try to capture my sanity again

As I see a damsel dropping her veil stained

With blood in the rain.

I go nowhere.

-my battle is lost, it only obscures my present-

That vision augurs darkness and anarchy once more.

-but I love what I abhor-

Maybe I need to squash these eyes of steel.

Maybe I should fling my heart away.

Nobody knows but it was a fallen angel who

Weaved my permanent damages.

His venomous words crucified me forever.

I remember that day. I just bowed my imperfect

Head, entrapped by an oath of blood and pain.

He took my soul.I gave myself.

Why am I tied to a bed?

Where should my mind go?

Why do dreams lie dead?

Karla Bardanza