Journey

through the darkest shadow in the street..
i walk past the bungalow...
i hear the cry of a child...
i lift my eyebrow...
i stare at the mist to find...
i pause for a while..
and,
i nodded,..
i started again...
walking silently to reach a point..
ready to evade such sudden onslaught..
like the child's cry....
yes,i am on to a journey to the very end...
trifle of tears can not moisten a contempt...
the songbirds start to sing...
and a lonely heart,ready to vie for a feast of flesh...
i heard the melancholy of the flute...
the piper silently strolls and plays......
but i dare not look back...
i can not let 'em pull the rug
from under these feet..
the lane of lust isn't far away..
a high incidence of desire on a mind..
a brothel of beasts awaits a human..
but still my mind not ready to cease...
weaving its lust to get to the feast...
i stagger along the street..
and i can not cease...
still i dream of a feat....
the deep incisions interwoven with scars of fear..
and i peer..
through the hole of sorrow...
through the beam of my joy....
but i have to sleep..
'cause the journey isn't o'er..
and i'm the Eternity of Ecstasy!!