brimming

I delight in lies
and incurable is my wound
I depart without tears
...though the end is very soon
in the day, when I scream
its a scream of neutrality
at dusk, sparkling and emerald
I regain my tonality
entranced in golden mirth
darkness soon settles in
I glow
I fall
I beam
then the spiraling begins
its an electric feel
a strange appeal
gears start churning
hearts stop hurting
nod off and itch for a change of pace
snap back and long for a sweeter taste