There must be another part to this dream that I can't let go of
But somehow it keeps getting interrupted.....
"Even with this vague helping hand,
In a split second the cocoon's threads are torn apart and turn to ash"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Poems that lurk in the darkness of my mind will find their peace on this digital paper.....
~Aizome~
i heard that once you were
a shade running like burned by light
i heard once your shouts so hard the skies broke
you were a force of nature,
a demon slayed somewhere in the back of one's head
i also heard
your fire melted the stars as you sang
and angels cried at the crimson sight
a requiem for all the memories
you wished to bury and incinerate
in the breaking dawn,
you spread your wings,
in the most dramatic way
collapse to the abyss
[so you'd fly higher, further]
shout again, crush the blind mirror
take off the mask.....
and let's run away on violin strings
royal demon,
you whisper, softly, against my pale cheek
"She was a fairytale, and the ashes engulfed her~
a sea of black, embrace,
and silence"
the climax was cut short
----the script has been torn----
turning around, without stop
i closed my eyes, lashes taring the light
i become so sleepy, weary, cold
losing ground as i turn in circles~
blank, i forget how to scream,
i force my way to remember your name
am suffocating in this grip
my legs snared, tightly held,
i crash.....
blank, i gaze somehwere
it's all pale.....
pondering, withering, decomposing
i work my mind to find any resemblance
you were a mirror distorting reality,
i was a fool to believe
i was blinded by passion
and fell in love with a shadow
a shadow that peels off once i close my eyes
it peels off because it blindfolds me
[and i remain hollow]
[paranoid]
[afraid]
-weeping-
it was no more and no less
than a call; blinded by trust
i followed his trace
no shadows can guess
my grief to come.....
the stinging touches never ceased
until i felt sedated
my mind was broken
in the corners smirk two demons
at this dangerous scene
awaiting for some tears to be shed
some blood to fall from struggle.....
stairs echo, steps sense one aproach
nothing is felt.....
i froze.....
ever since,
decomposing~
crying inside a lullaby
to engulf the horror
and forget.....
snow now is falling into my heart
back then was scorching my conciousness
a pair of wings i cannot let go of.....
i am a good child, am i not?
[a broken mirror always forgetting to reply in time
set this mind straight.....nobody can go out to save the past]
my silent hatred will not bite you now,
i shall not do or say a thing
but it will, in the future
twist and turn in the loudest and most gruesome ways
you may haunt my memories as i pass by you
but never forget, my empty eyes will not shed a tear
they are too static and mechanical
they will haunt you instead, a lot more fierce and subtle
than any thunder storm
my eyes have seen the other side of the crimson star
the paper mask has been torn
they are coming after you
your sins
[and my cries]
i can no longer expect for you to [forgive]
follow my thoughts as you did so far;
frail winds curl against my hands
to take the sands and make them fly
so time will pass and you'll forget [that i was here].
crooked heartbeats resonate through my head
as leaning on your shoulder reach me out so shy~
you are so close but seem painfully far
our minds no longer see the world,
never before,
[once so clear and bright, now weeping blank
because i failed you]
the skies might open
but not today~
