this is not

those dark brown eyes
jewels in my ebony life
ashtrays are fuller than ever
showing that death used to
    reside
in the shiny halls of my soul

sickness is disappeared away
eclipsed by the glories of a new day

the creature cries
shunning former pleasures and strife
wishing promising to never
again live on the lonely
    side
hiding underground like a mole

time has come — life I now savor
worries? Waldo granted me a favor

those organ sighs
music from Heaven now descends
tell me this is not how it ends
swept into the raging red
    tide
seeing prophecies in a bowl

take another step, if I may
send my bastard confusion out to play

pain, yes, it tries
to go on following old trends
deterred by the message — who sends
it? Who takes me for this new
    ride?
it is dark, but this is no hole

going from white to black to gray
life is very nice, what else can I say?