another faceless existence

//4th run 

immersed in black and red.
drunk [and reborn] in ebony;
given purpose by [red salty] skin.
stingy as it was (is), honey spurt through.

the thin slither between good and bad,
entangles and chokes,
as it was wrapped around our neck(s).

horizon is a cocktail:
of heaven and hell.
one is to pierce, and the other is to run.

silk is an insult to [your] skin,
now only buttons stood between:
the flight of your soul.
and barbaric as i was [then],
[in a another] view a hero awoken from his slumber,
(i) ripped them off. [blood, and oil]

gems of unknown grace [and warmth] from
the [doubting] abyss of yours, rolled,
from (your) cheeks of porcelain [to my arms].
[have] i gone too far [?]
treading the path, the deserving (he)
forgot [or just scared] to venture. [overwhelmed, he may be]

fighter of a [lost] cause,
[you] battled with the fury of a cat,
but beneath is the [unsure] spirit
of another thomas.
another seeker.
just another,
dream weaver.
accepting another soul, in [her].

walking out [the door],
turned the moments, now dissolving into a memory.

again, the line was written back,
and the horizons found its clearing.

all is back to a circle. [no edges that is]

but still, the riddle remains,
for beyond good and evil, hope or not, [time and history]
lies something unheld, [only hoped for]
by you
[something you thought you found that night]
and is still in your dreams to haunt

 //hehehe, virus ba toh?? the other side naman mich.. and the author is dead.. hahaha..