Life,

Golden storms,
sweet poisons,
a pain too pleasant,
a dagger shaped crescent,
a cloud of pain,
a rain of doubt,
this is what my life is all about.
Walking along forbidden paths,
even shadows abandoning me,
through thick and through thin,
there's nothing within,
a long-dead heart,
an ominous start,
of my life this is a part.
Through the silken trenches,
through the rowdy winds,
as the pebbles pelt me,
abrade my skin,
I meekly smile,
to tell myself,
to disarm and break apart,
since oh life, this is just the start.