Poem: Intoxicating {being a minimalist}

Yes I'm broken

no, not my heart

It's perfectly fine

in the burrows it's entwined

Casting the love spells

on the one who seems to end 

my midsummer's Silience; and 

all the chandeliers in the castle 

have gone dim

but the air in here knows no Sin 

Burried in the darkest mistrust 

all judgements and unconditional Love

Depriving me of my heart 

now we are thousand feet apart

Just another mythical thing

Stygian perceptions behind the

Bling 

Credit: (IG: being_a_minimalist_)