Beneath the uncaring sky, your name departs my cracked lips. Blissful illusions pool at my feet as dreams spill from my body, like rubies they fall. In throes orgiastic, the chill winds carry the screams that are mine. Your shadows ravage me in my dreams. Your elusive charm torments me through the day.
The endless night left unto me the crisp morn, bearing a bounty of sorrows...
Truth is my blade and with it I vivisect. Peeling the skin I wear from bloodstained bone, revealing joyous fantasies, with trembling naked hands I reach in now and gently extract them. Unborn labours of my life’s passion, laden with crude, fleeting visions. Warm smiles, smooth skin. Blood spews forth and I behold your wretched form.
In the hard cold dirt I watch it die. And in unspeakable horror, I bask in triumph.
The severing complete... surely, perennial perdition shall follow; your shadows fade, and in mourning, I gaze upon your form, ultimately... I yearn for your grace, your beauty infinite. To kiss your hand, to kneel at your feet. Reaching out into the void one last time, for the unreachable, the prize of mine eyes, for my capricious goddess, for the cold, distant touch of a wraith...
Then with deadened eyes, my rotting frame carries me unto the horizon, the night’s dew rising. With your heavenly sighs, I exposed my soul. Henceforth I shall dream no more. In resignation I affix fresh layers of skin to my face, and return to the masquerade, to be judged and cast a fool.
Deadened eyes to the horizon. Crafting a laboured lie, I am one of grief, I am one of dread. Henceforth, I dream no more...