The architecture of my heart spread the alchemy of love. The structure of my soul has been weighed down by metaphysical cinder blocks, carried by doves. I venture this twisting path a kin to the roots and branches of a rotten oak tree. The black soot and ashes leave a trail of footprints, as I gaze into the illusion of the past the whispers of my shadow turn over a new leaf, only to succumb to this chemical labyrinth of deceit. This vexing blade of steel held to my throat would silence this maelstrom in a storm of false hope. I need to find a haven in this meadow of silence. This color concoction I take now I'm swallowing the crisis. Delirium triggers haunt me, I'm choking on charcoal. Feed me the ambrosia as I wake to another dawn. This canopy of constellations fills the night with stars. I kiss them as I melt away and so do these scars.