ROOTLESS: The man who traded his soul

 

Meandering clouds, undulating-
Volcanoes...
Through a streamlined city.

 

 

Hive of memories, packed tight-
Seethes
Caught in a web.

 

 

Scarred and shrivelled clouds, long unattended guests-
Writhes
In your muddy lungs that stink.

 

 

An enticing river, moaning-
Incubates
Within your brain, a host of angels.

 

 

A monstrous armour, camouflage-
Swallows up
The existence of your soul.

 

 

Cradled in evil, a visionary pauper
Smokes up
An avalanche of dreams.