I took a harbor in darkness and settled there to harness what light brings.
I see my world burn, I stand enchanted by how high the flame springs.
It's a curse gifted to every masochist, I feel pain, I organise it.
Agony's a reservoir of fuel, I extract energy and customise it.
I've build a home where the past lives.
She left, I married her memories.
It's where reminiscence sings me lullabies to sleep.
A place where her presence lingers, our moment's keep.
I chose my identity as a vessel to sail.
Behind it, I stay hidden, witnessing tale of each trail.
Detached from every moment, out of within, I don't participate, i capture it.
I am always evaluating in the present, clustering thoughts in cockpit.
I am a scavenger in a scatter of remains, to me even malice is mesmerising.
Reflecting on rumble's of life for an admirer of beauty is like passing time stargazing.
I am a seeker of esthetics, a gust of wind unbound by any barriers or ethics
I am an instrument of expression, impartial to any views, I mimic matrix.