Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.

if i only knew what regret meant

yes, you're just listening to my boring rants

Sunday, July 27, 2008

dreams are made of these

(song by ian van dahl)
do you ever question your life?
do you ever wonder why?
do you ever see in your dreams?
all the castles in the sky?

please tell me why
do we build castles in the sky?
oh tell me why
all the castles way up high..

and the writing starts, be prepared..

last night i dreamt of death's peerless beauty
so perfect it was in obscurity
my soul's fairy come to steal me away
a beautiful executioner to silence my screams
for the price of lucent dreams

she smiled at me
a lure any fish would envy
its seduction is effortless
as she has also been to the deepest parts of the abyss
the aberrant charm it portrays
producing a deadly fascination for its prey

those eyes, flat and black
mirrors that refuse to reflect
dead as doll's eyes
hypnotize

bruised sky
brooding over the sun's punishment
and subsequent abandonment
dead leaves rattle
influx of invisible particles
coalesce

death was just your evolution
fairytale monster
apocalypse is your name
undo all who fall under your long shadow

i chased a white rabbit
and found myself falling
down, down, down
the illusion dissolved
ethereal demon with the stygian gaze
lambent, merciless, cannibalistic
erotic, carnal, sadistic
the mysteries are no riddle to you, immortal

i am but a marionette under that force
a glimmer, tiny, golden key
perfect fit but for a fee
drink me -upon a shady reunion
paled upon teeth sharp as gridiron
beautiful...too beautiful to be anything but a monster
oxymorons forever

fat, red droplets like rubies
scar his white kid gloves
shutting up like a telescope - what a curious feeling
sanguine visions
i am reeling
crushing fear, buzzing in my ear
or is it her voice
that voice
deep yet silky
lulling
sinfully narcotic

looking for the white kid gloves in vain
he purrs as he drinks,
a drowning sound
the slow corrosion of my beliefs
as i sustain him and hemorrhage
in mesmeric throbs
delirium, paroxysm and excruciating
pretty prize for the winner of the race

ostentatious fanfare
an assumption that i would see the sun another time
i never guessed that today i would end
but some stories do end in the middle
don't they? oh don't they?

the owl and the panther coexist -
impossibility is only a state of mind
bite the china cup
and taste exquisite blood
what's important doesn't matter anymore
a secret, well kept from them all
between yourself and me
dire and ruinous as it may be

but that was only a dream after all
the pendulum has swung and heads will fall
relentless to the very end
a delicious paradox for the loving friend
now I am the one in a pack of cards
ravenous and inexorable when it cuts
off to wonderland with a simple kiss
but you'll never meet alice

don't ask me why it got so twisted when i started with dreams...
maybe i don't have them, nightmare conquers all...

astrocow
18:21