Artificial Spleen

Worn out by an eagerness of undefeated wars
A new dawn
- collecting its blank cheques for the better or worse-
Brings down a rainbow of invisible curses
scattered and ready to be taken for granted
in the righteous name of a noble cause;
Nobody stops after taking one first step.
No steps are taken without struggling against one's hopes.
An amply rejected emptiness still persists on my fingers
Pushing my fears to and fro;
We may remain the same in the infinity of euphoria infamies,
Seeking repentance for the betrayals staining our mood
a smile has always been
the perfect disguise above an oblivion precipice.
A brand new “hello”, facing the September sunrise,
still warmed up under the remnants of the latest dew,
will be not only remembered but missed.