Victor's song

I find myself in an empty place,

Where birds dont chirp and frogs refuse to croak,

Where sunlight is luxurious and break of dawn anxiety anew.

I find myself in a void place,

Where lines do not end and circles meet not,

Where a smile is painful and laughter is but a foreign tune.

I find myself in a dark place,

Where mystery shrouds me in crimson clothes and sorrow is evident in each breath,

Where sugar is suggestive of bile and honey like bitter herbs.

I find myself in an unworthy place,

Where pain is aromatic and tears are healing,

I find myself in a shallow place,

Where the moon outshines the stars and the sun is a shadow of itself.

I find myself in a claustrophobic place,

Where i wouldn't want anyone to ever be, 

Because I cannot say if you will find your bearings,

But believe you me like the sun whenever i set i rise again,

And each time i rise my rays are increasingly blinding.

I find myself in a crystal place,

Where among the thorns I am the rose select,

 Because I fly on the wings of the eagle and my song is a symphony of peace

I find myself in a terrestrial place

where i bathe in love and repose in scented lilies

I find myself  a victor