***Collab***
{Fanaa x Swagtastic}

Imagine living as a deep unrendered oasis,
Infected reasoning with hybrid epistasis.
A spaceless cage and illusionary pandemonium,
The phases of life through each millennium.

Virtual metallicity conveys a conscious, chemical friction,
Betwixt true velocity and man-made human perception.
The aimless exploration of utter blackness,
An abyss intensifying to result in madness.

Perhaps thy eyes are blind due to unrelenting pressure,
Trapped by the idea of attaining skin-deep treasures.
Vestiges dripping ripples of pulsating heartbeats,
Rhythmic yet deception remains in the front row seat.

A cruel world compelling you to watch how you talk or walk,
For every force of thought is entangling with balk.
Vacillating unforgiving desultory discordance,
A tug-of-war that leads to superficial acceptance.

But pondering leads to this vestige taking shape,
Living in foggy illusions from delicate dreamscapes.
For I continuously choose to bend and prove myself,
But could I decipher anything within the threshold of fallacy itself?

Pasturing a balmy fluorescent verdure in the mind,
The only way to survive, coping with the daily grind.
Soon a frisson of feeling increases, shifting the once fluorescence,
Altering the landscape with a bright phosphorescence.

Now I can feel the ocean through the summer breeze,
Letting go of the need to please, breathing with ease.
Watching the sun beyond the frozen horizon,
Determined to chase life head on like a bison.

Burgeoning a sense of warmth caressing thine skin,
Shockwaves up your spine as needles and pins.
Have you ever imagined a kaleidoscope of hues,
For this is the aftermath of a spiritual breakthrough.

Are humans merely defined by the marvel of arithmetic?
For life can be compared to the form of a candle stick.
For I believe there is more to this life frame than just the end game.
So why does a candle wick melts by its own flame?

What if it is just an interlinked interlude fable,
Labeled by moral cables lost in the ropes of the interpretable.
In the vast alcove of space, aching to raise the bar,
The once ebullient phosphorescence transforms into a new star.
...
On a journey of tests before death's dark chime,
A candle is snuffed through the mirage of time.
To be awakened outside a cryogenic sepulcher,
Left with regret before being buried right under.

© Fanaa
@Swagtastic