Trance III

Great minds think alike,
sometimes there is a greater mindset of the world;
maybe, once upon a time, they will come back to haunt my soul,
my sins and my shoulders,
my shadows and my jailed maturity,
my craziness and my control;
my united wisdom will fall upon the world today,
and now we started a world where I won't have another day to live;
live inside the world where we could understand,
we could personify maturity;
the world will come apart,
we need to lie;
every day and every night will understand the world,
and maybe, once upon a time, the world won't be together,
and the world will lie to us everyday;
you will never lie to a lying world;
and you will never keep yourself inside this world, today,
for the world inside will theologically understand
that I am the world in me, the world is me in me,
and maybe we won't cry anymore;
don't ever fall inside your heart, when tears fall down my face,
you're such a disgrace;
my face, like a race to the heavens or hells, whatsoever, I do not understand
and this world will facilitate life,
maybe we're alone again;
maybe we're understanding our mindsets, our souls and our sins,
and legendary men will understand the nation's suffering,
mixed with localization,
and understand me though this very day;
in my heart, the world will understand me,
and the world will never understand me,
for I am polluted by your sins, your souls, and your understood greatness,
and you hated me,
and you've eaten me,
and you've disgraced me,
and you preached your hypocritical beliefs and underestimated my willpower,
there are no more questions.
So shut up.

Pascal de'Ponté Grisselyn

He felt the tingling sensation of ringing bells.
His story is more miserable than a thousand hells.

Pascal de'Ponté Grisselyn;
A man who fears.
He is not truly a man, but rather, a boy of sin.
He walked towards his heart, but he could not go near.

Pascal de'Ponté Grisselyn;
A boy who does not know how to love.
He ate all the trash, but told people that he threw them in the bin.
He also ate his only glove.

Pascal de'Ponté Grisselyn;
An animal, a timid little fish.
It hunts for prey, but it is not a predator, nor does it has fins.
It is a child who likes to wish.

Pascal de'Ponté Grisselyn;
A beggar, not of money, but of forgiveness.
He cries and pleads to be forgiven for his sins.
He is actually filled with the world's happiness.

Pascal de'Ponté Grisselyn;
That is not his real name.
Everyone is Pascal de'Ponté Grisselyn.

Eight Seconds

One by one we fall;
such is both the cause and effect of us standing tall.

Working hand-in-hand;
such is to erect a wall to shield us from this wretched land.

Ringing a bell;
such is a method to wail in silence while being tortured in this hell.

Blinding myself;
such is to prevent the sacrifice of my sanity to a wronged self.

Obsessively compulsive;
such is to save me from the realms of those who are repulsive.

Happier day-to-day;
such is to return to the life that I've left at the forsaken bay.

I'm fine, thank you;
such is to relieve the burden associated with worrying you.

Laughing out loud;
such is to drown the wails of me being so proud.

Freeze the Night

A life so invalid.
A night that is supposed to be valid.

A twist and tip, and the world's alight;
A misty little sip, delved into a delight;
A rush of adrenaline, darkness became light;
A shush from the heart, without need to fight;
A disaster overturned, the place was so bright;
A faster underflow, destroying clarity tonight.

A haven without flaws;
A constant escape from society's jaws;
A scar from a kitten's paws;
A faraway land filled with claws;
A disregard for conscience's laws;
A song that kills with a thousand saws.

An awakening in the midst of a race;
An elevating beat leaves the mind without trace;
An inspiring dance without sense of disgrace;
An untiring moment where time stopped its pace;
An internal intoxication of a terrified face;
An eternal rivalry for the ownership of this place.

A life of a drunken plight;
An everlasting need to freeze the night.

Experience

A dark green-colored textbook.
Lying dead under the textbook is a black book about video games,
Smothered under the black book is a light green book about world records.
Compressing the textbook was a notebook with a deep blue face.
The notebook was the deathbed of a black laptop computer.

Exactly three wires were connected to this electrical masterpiece's left side;
A white rounded wire leading to a white external storage drive;
A white flat wire transmitting the waves of music into ears.
A black cable linking the computer to a power socket.
Only a single USB flash drive stabbed into the right side of the giant;
A tiny, black, rectangular adapter enabling wireless connectivity of a mouse and keyboard.

A wall painted in faded beige splattered behind the computer.
Suffocated by the light green book, was a large, polished wooden table.
Accompanying the computer was an unconnected speaker and a power adapter, both in black.
South of them, a black smartphone shielded by a protective case; the glass screen was bare.
Left to the phone was, in order, a black pen, a light-brown pencil lead storage case, a plastic file.
Inside the plastic file was a stack of papers purposed to enhance knowledge.
Above the file was a grey non-programmable scientific calculator.
North of the calculator was a three-year-old zippered stationary case in beige and black.
Nearby, a small, transparent container of dried prunes was found; its origins are unknown.