A menagerie of melancholy emotions
Confounds the dreamless state of mind
A whirlwind of images lost at sea
While storm clouds scamper by
Incarcerated within unscalable walls
Hiding away from the world
A conscious that’s broken and can’t be repaired
My demented state – unfurled
I bathe the canvas with heartfelt tears
Colors of dreams born of fears
Heavy, heavy the burden lies
Across the land – across the skies
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Fields of lilies dance in the wind
NO! Beckon me back with prickly skin
Enhance my vision allow me to see
Brush strokes of what my life could be
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Escape in the art of these fingertips
Lashes upon lashes from evil whips
Screams of passion on the medium pour
Pigments of this soul – settle a score
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Never the light of day will it see
A masterpiece? It wasn’t meant to be
Mortality of a man who knows
The drapery falls to hide my woes
Woe, to the eyes that saw me
In the lackluster, deluge
Of yesterday’s dream.
What sayeth thee?
Ye of night vision
And chilled, blackened stares?
Are thee an owl?
Perched high above
And watching for human pray?
Whilst the stars witness
You prowl within the mind
Wreaking havoc upon those
Unwitting, and unwilling souls.
You are the embodiment of screams.
Nightmare flees when
You infest the scene.
You are terror incarnate – Azrael.
