Eucharist Fallen
My scarlet visions,
like refelections of my subconscious.
Beyond the starlit heaven the horizon burns
with flames, so red.
As my eyes bear witness to this euphoria,
this apocalypse,
I hear the gates within my head open silently.
A new world takes form and its attraction
temps me to enter.
I leave my body without farewells,
peacefully
through violet corridors,
painted with beautiful
reflections, from my life.
A sunrise beckons beyond the clouds, so dark,
as rivers stream through the air in stillness.
Through the emptiness where
thoughts take form,
and into the lands of purgatory.
