Lighthouse Ends

Not every road leads to light.

Some lead to lighthouses that echo of haunting dreams.
Dreams that crashed along with the waves on the rocks beneath.

The sky that thundered and rained dismantled memories.
Memories that waved goodbye each time to the shore when they reached.

Some roads lead back to trespassed boundaries like a ship stuck in a storm.
Either you drown all over again, or revisit your very own stage with a new song.

An Illusion-ed Truth

It's a damp darkness here,

all the laughter has died away.

Chained to an invisible sadness, 

a shadow hovers above in grey.

Crossroads cross too often,

I forget the many milestones past.

This path is so full of dust and grime,

the tears are the rain of the wrath.

Crimson hues scattered on pages,

the winds sing a dirge.

Sunlight has been victimized,

comprehension has been cursed.

What does the grave say, I wonder,

as it speaks in cunning tongue.

But life has been a jackal all along,

sparing its smirk to none.

It appears a dark comedy has made its mark this lifetime.

The entire illusion of meaning has committed all the crime.