Purple Shrine

Purple Shrine

I keep a shrine in my room.

It's purple all over with a hint of bluish hues.

And it's incredibility makes it invisible

And it's importance makes it unknown.

I keep a lock of thoughts on my staircase.

Each step is designed to call home.

And every part of the wall is missing

But there's still such a block that is silent.

My shrine is the key to my fortunes

My thoughts are the locks to my hopes

The gap of this time is too amusing

Sometimes sheilding my own consciousness.

I keep that shrine on my nightstand.

Keeping the night in silence while my dreams echo loud.

Guarding every image I see for my own advantage

Giving me reasons to smile with my eyes closed and bearly conscious.

Every night is fading with the light from my enemy.

And my shrine....

...continues being alone.