Refuge

Highs segued into creeps,
As a sickly sniff stifles;
Writhe long forgotten,
In the ice clad facade.

Pry into the mortal,
Ranting voices shrill;
Squabbling egos and unholy tears,
Cloud my senses morose.

Luscious red seems the future,
Shattered into blanks beyond suture;
When a frail touch seeks to explore,
The beauty feigned, tends to elude.

A pink prick blooms my aura,
Switching colours in fleet;
Blues flaunt their depth,
Often shrinking my reach.

Hail Oh supreme!
For the good old soul,
Is buried beneath evil:
Layers of trials in fume.

U lend the blazing power
To demolish the vices erect,
Lest i get irrevocably subdued,
Traumatized, in guilt;
For i am feeble,
And the shroud tantalizing.