Empty chasms.
Endless screams.
Shards of dreams.
Ghost of choices.
Stolen breaths.
Broken lives.
Segments of roads.
Pretence of fantasies.
Wafts of candles that
Cry towards the sky.
Silences of stars that
Falls over the universe.
Ruinations of snow that
Pant into the night.
Hisses of clouds that
Drowns in the light.
Where does reality start
And illusions end?
Vermilion is the colour
Of the next frontier.