Living in oblivion
Was a bubble of safety
Her sanctuary
Amidst the chaos
Of reality
-Rhea. t. V
Mortals
First came
The immortals
Of godly creation
That ate the fruit
Of worldly temptation
Bestowing upon themselves
The mighty wrath
Of eternal damnation
Now they live
To perish at last
As mortal beings
Of shame and treachery.
-Rhea.t.V
Polaroid Picture
A memory
Once created
Remains frozen
In the capsule of time
Nostalgia and melancholy
Are what becomes of it
When all that remains
Is a polaroid picture
Fading to precision
Of our happy times
We’ve now misplaced
In the abyss
Of our lives
-Rhea. t. V
Chameleon
He was an empty canvas
Of art and magic
Painted each day
With fresh faces
Of the men I once I knew
He was a chameleon soul
With a desire for control
-Rhea.t.V
Beauty & The Beast
The wait an agony
His will defeated
The days a mission
His search vanquished
A petal each day
Falling to dust
Coming undone
The flower of life
And power
Of impending doom
His life a hunt
For love and redemption
-Rhea.t.V
Wonderland
Creeping up from behind
When you least expect
It can be so subtle
First a whisper
Then the urge
To follow a light
The claws of ruin
Waiting
To quench it’s hunger
The wielded scythe
Ready
To claim mortality
The Reaper’s presence
Immersing you
Further
Into the rabbit hole
Of wonderland
-Rhea.t.V
Time
Time is a beautifully crafted conundrum
It can heal all wounds
And it can bestow monotony
Onto anything performed perpetually
It’s existence breathes life
And life without time
Is an infinite road
To freedom
-Rhea.t.V
Impulsivity
My brain
On some days
Is an impulsive hardware
That seeds and thrives
A chain of thoughts overnight
It lacks the moral filter
My reality desires
And forces me
To act without consequence
On some days
And by that I mean,
On most days
My reflection
Is a stranger I fear
-Rhea.t.V
Demons In My Mind
Dawn is here
All will be well
For the demons
Dwell in the dark.
Alas,
She wakes up
Terrified and sweating
Wishing to be dead
For the demons
Dwell in hell
And hell
Is an idle mind.
-Rhea.t.V
Ruins
I remember when
We laughed the wind
Out of our lungs
And drove into the silence
Just as all good things
Must come to an end
You and I
Drove into ruins.
-Rhea.t.V
My Projections 