Snowflakes

Dust and ash like snowflakes
An aftermath of fake
A match between illusion and a lie
One hard decision to survive
One thought to love, another to give up
In front of window to another world, I’ll stop
Admiring the beauty of unreal hopes
And pushing sins up steep and endless slopes
A world where thought does not exist
Where premonition will not breathe
Where beauty is inside
A world to which my heart will rise
To only fall in realization of a lie
Romantic notion with a frozen smile
A sorrowful example and a torture for my soul
Reminder of one’s place
Cheap dog food in a golden bowl
Belief that’s meant to shatter in its prime
And truth that is considered worst of lies
Ironic notions, fumes of love
Betrayal of one’s freedom
And old man’s exhausted cough
A wrinkled face of youth my shadow reflects
My love I can proclaim in thousand dialects
And thousand times I will fall short
One million mistakes of any sort
Will be remembered, catalogued and ranked
But suddenly my mind goes blank
I suddenly won’t care any more
And slam shut all the open doors
In silence now, darkness whirls within
A lonely, mindless broken dream
Cold fear envelopes me in its embrace
With lusty, razor kisses made of lace
And rushing warmth of blood
Will soak me in its red caress
As slowly my veins I will undress
As slowly in loneliness I drown
Life’s simple, used up pawn
In dust and ashes
In myself created fake
And match between illusion and a lie
Is lost and won by neither side
All the decisions made, are now empty snowflakes
That fall and die to live to fall and die again…