Trapped in God's prank

The riddles you create
Makes my nerves sedate
I feel as if time were frozen
When the sun and moon collide
Inside the depths of my eyes
I look up to heavens
And wonder why
The stars seem so claustrophobic
Trapped inside their space
Before they explode and erase

I do not think
My mind has ever seen
Such a beautiful face
Drugged and paralyzed
By my angel of sin
My porcelain yin
Our immortal bliss
Is stitched with an orgasmic kiss

As a star
Falls from heaven
I witness time repeat
As I choose to solitarily retreat
I become nothing more than the wind
As I am blown here
And blown there
Confused by your magical isms
As I am confronted by my prism

As I drift in and out of consciousness
Meditating on subliminal bliss
I notice the heavens shift
Creating a ripple and rift
And as I slow down
I find myself stuck
In a rut
As I seem to bleed
Continuously
Finding no escape
Except for the one I create