The Night's Oracle

I want 

To come 

Talk to you, 

As the words say...

And the song sings my answers 

To the questions wrapping my soul-body. 

..but 

I have nothing to say...

Against the black palate...covering a mirage of rainbow and thousands of colours...

All...

Of which 

Are the things 

I don't 

Know how to

Say

To you. 

I am wrapped 

In your web. 

Plain. 

Pain. 

And clear.

As I await...

Await...

A death. 

Perhaps I bleed it. 

Because non of it is real? 

How can it be? 

Can't it be? 

Might it be...

As the song, rains my understanding, 

And all it's misguidance 

All over 

Me...

You..and me...

 He says, this oracle, 

"Come talk...

Come talk to me", 

Like. Bellowing cloud wind

And fields 

Of you.