Somebody Always Cares © Surazeus 2023 09 16 Though I feel black river flow through my heart, I walk backward alone on signless road to translate weird song of the weeping bird that reprograms my mind with different mode reflecting sorrow no one ever shares, which almost proves somebody always cares. Though I throw my broken heart in the sea, I wear black angel wings of broken shards and barbwire crown forged in land of the free, for poems written with blood on how it hurts twist love into something it never is, which proves our happiness is based on lies. Though I hear ethereal melody glow as shooting star that burns across my soul, I linger lost in depth of ardent snow that freezes me in bitter nameless role too late to regret everything I did, which fails to prove I am worth what I hid. Though I write this eerie romantic scene for us to play that no one would believe, I wake from dream trapped on the silver screen, performing the part where I have to grieve too many people killed in tragic fates, which simply proves the reason Death still waits. Though I taste bitter rain with wordless tongue that drenches me with tears of honesty, I analyze strange state for right and wrong that mocks my life as tragic travesty I must keep playing till my dying day, which proves that nothing happens when I pray. Though I interpret oracles of pain in light of sunsets over purple lake, I pause to calculate what I could gain by wearing mask more arrogant than fake with haunting melody of evening gleam, which proves my life is more than frantic dream. Though I remember where I never lived as timeless terror of the silent woods, I keep every letter I once received in box I carry down heart-twisting roads in search for home where I will never stay, which proves why people see me as the stray. Though I draw passion from exploding stars that unspool fortune of my crippled hands, I pack despair in fictional memoirs hiding how my ancestors stole these lands which I now claim as birthright of my blood, which proves nothing when we survive the flood.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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