"Seeing What's Unseen"
Well it had happened again, as it was meant to. The curtains closed, and I met Shakespeare as his Juliet. There were footsteps, tap tap clomp. I fell backwards, afraid of what might have been there. Lurking, amidst the shadows were teeth all white...in that prismatic evil glare.
He said he wanted to see me, that he had business to propose. I couldn't refuse but I couldn't go.
I can't help but wonder at this plague which surrounded me, with tentacles of darkness, so inky and oily, it rubbed off on my hands as I pushed his octopus arms away, and began my ascension through the ceiling. One two three, and tumbling through the windows of broken glass.
Prick'd as if by the thorn of a rose, but I'm his puppet I suppose. No ear to listen, no one to tell. She turns to me, says far thee well. The beast is free from the snare and his arm reaches, tries to pull me under. Every lover as if dispossessed. They re-animate armed with violence, they are not the same. Mere hysteria? Is it her ghosts I have claimed? Mother can it be? She whispers insane mock of what once was, err family. Err Shiva.
I am trapped in a small world, a head full of ghosts, tending to wonder...what did I see? Tis not real I suppose...before I wake up, blinking as if I hadn't skipped a beat. Immortality? The blood of Christ, well that's nice. I can show you vampires worse than this. There, a hiss. There's a woman out there, shivering in the cold snow and rain. Can't you stop torturing me, err Satan. Can't you let the beasts sleep, and let me rise in Heaven. Or should I call it religiosity to even believe in Him.
God is my strength, satan my thorn. I am a rose being reborn.
The man was a vampire, he sought me out, claimed no harmful intentions. Though death comes from those eyes, at least I am safe. I fought him off with power, energy. I ran, kicked, fought, and broke away. I couldn't help it. Instinctive maybe.I heard the glass breaking in a dream. I made sure my door was locked, I checked it again. Hands upon the lightswitch, which wouldn't turn on. I woke up, and now I'm alone. Faith.
Faith does these things. I said God. I saw Aaron, like a hobbit in a garden, a queen to your king, he smoothed over pages of a fairy book. air ahh air sky ahh water ahh fire aaand, I repeated. rain! Reaching out my hands... I called up to God, the Angels have given me wings. I hovered, then swirled, than spiraled unchained. I fought him, though was I even restrained? What darkness bestoweth upon my soul...such madness, such pain, such cruelty though, these pills make me ill. I am tired of being blind. I'd rather be cruel than lose my mind. I danced with demons on the edge of the blade. Then it stopped in an instant. Am I being trained!
My fight is worn, upon the brow. I am fighting and fighting and fighting still. There's no point in medicine for this atrocity. Can't you see. It's not me! It wasn't me. It was never me. I cry. I cry. But what if it was a lie? The music stops. I dance and break and float like a feather, up above the sad lake. I see the clouds were mine. Can't you stop changing, oh creatures of God. In the House of Rod, with Zeus under tow. I can't make you go, I can't make IT go, I can't seem to destroy him with no one to help me.
I've fought him to the death, now in death he still haunts me. That dreadful tikoloshe.
I shouldn't have drunk, now I'm tipsy on divinity. I shouldn't have tasted the apple on the apple tree. I shouldn't have danced, so manically, I shouldn't have loved so hazardously. I shouldn't have opened the book, let the words sink into me. I shouldn't have cursed God, for cursing me.
because I was born on a cursed holiday. I was born, to the Templars dismay. I was born, on Friday. The Capricorn, her card is the devil. Her date is with death. She's really trouble. If she wanted love, well love might have been a lie. Because we all have to die, but why lay with that one your whole life? Even if, the curse was surviving. I was thriving on my own...spinning.
So what did I see...when the fog of night washed away from me. I saw a different world, one you might not know. One that's haunted by Father Time and his pet dog's ghost, and his million hosts of hosts, who don't know the cost of laying down. We're so strong, when we're so wrong. I try to stay keen like silver, but let me tell you I just quivered. I rippled. I cried. I wondered....quickly
What if what I know is actually a lie? What if reality itself...said goodbye...because I didn't want to run, I wanted to face that man. Death itself, the ghost in the drawer, so many cruel tricks up this dark God's sleeve. Let me tell you, believe me it's true. I can see death, and that's how I know so much about you.
That's why they thought I was pretty in blue. But what if that was not what's meant to be, what if I could help you up--and we could all be free? Of course on this pier there's no reason to fight, but fighting makes us strong enough to enjoy what's right....but what's wrong to fight death's bitter song. If you came along with me, and rode this crazy train. I'd show you exactly, how I stopped acting insane. Arjuna should not complain, when the deed is done and life is won by this enigmatic stain.
But I've moved away, that train is driven by a haunted man. I've left this town, it's full of them. They're soldiers, they never stopped this fighting. Monster souls, demons in wait. And I just want to fly away far off to a dream that cannot be full of hate. Goodnight Aaron, see you on the moon. God the father and the Angels are blessed, from here to heaven's home. Where's my haven? Now to sleep, wait on the dark butchers, hand and foot. If I understood. I'd have to be sane. I don't know if it's chemistry in my brain, or really just Cain.
And I shall win. I shall overcome again. For now I rest, in peaceful liberation. Pretending that there was no price, when the blood of sheep slaughtered, to feed the souls of crazy mice. Welcome to your "paradise" Have a cup of pills with your sugar, spice, and...nice try.
Well it had happened again, as it was meant to. The curtains closed, and I met Shakespeare as his Juliet. There were footsteps, tap tap clomp. I fell backwards, afraid of what might have been there. Lurking, amidst the shadows were teeth all white...in that prismatic evil glare.
He said he wanted to see me, that he had business to propose. I couldn't refuse but I couldn't go.
I can't help but wonder at this plague which surrounded me, with tentacles of darkness, so inky and oily, it rubbed off on my hands as I pushed his octopus arms away, and began my ascension through the ceiling. One two three, and tumbling through the windows of broken glass.
Prick'd as if by the thorn of a rose, but I'm his puppet I suppose. No ear to listen, no one to tell. She turns to me, says far thee well. The beast is free from the snare and his arm reaches, tries to pull me under. Every lover as if dispossessed. They re-animate armed with violence, they are not the same. Mere hysteria? Is it her ghosts I have claimed? Mother can it be? She whispers insane mock of what once was, err family. Err Shiva.
I am trapped in a small world, a head full of ghosts, tending to wonder...what did I see? Tis not real I suppose...before I wake up, blinking as if I hadn't skipped a beat. Immortality? The blood of Christ, well that's nice. I can show you vampires worse than this. There, a hiss. There's a woman out there, shivering in the cold snow and rain. Can't you stop torturing me, err Satan. Can't you let the beasts sleep, and let me rise in Heaven. Or should I call it religiosity to even believe in Him.
God is my strength, satan my thorn. I am a rose being reborn.
The man was a vampire, he sought me out, claimed no harmful intentions. Though death comes from those eyes, at least I am safe. I fought him off with power, energy. I ran, kicked, fought, and broke away. I couldn't help it. Instinctive maybe.I heard the glass breaking in a dream. I made sure my door was locked, I checked it again. Hands upon the lightswitch, which wouldn't turn on. I woke up, and now I'm alone. Faith.
Faith does these things. I said God. I saw Aaron, like a hobbit in a garden, a queen to your king, he smoothed over pages of a fairy book. air ahh air sky ahh water ahh fire aaand, I repeated. rain! Reaching out my hands... I called up to God, the Angels have given me wings. I hovered, then swirled, than spiraled unchained. I fought him, though was I even restrained? What darkness bestoweth upon my soul...such madness, such pain, such cruelty though, these pills make me ill. I am tired of being blind. I'd rather be cruel than lose my mind. I danced with demons on the edge of the blade. Then it stopped in an instant. Am I being trained!
My fight is worn, upon the brow. I am fighting and fighting and fighting still. There's no point in medicine for this atrocity. Can't you see. It's not me! It wasn't me. It was never me. I cry. I cry. But what if it was a lie? The music stops. I dance and break and float like a feather, up above the sad lake. I see the clouds were mine. Can't you stop changing, oh creatures of God. In the House of Rod, with Zeus under tow. I can't make you go, I can't make IT go, I can't seem to destroy him with no one to help me.
I've fought him to the death, now in death he still haunts me. That dreadful tikoloshe.
I shouldn't have drunk, now I'm tipsy on divinity. I shouldn't have tasted the apple on the apple tree. I shouldn't have danced, so manically, I shouldn't have loved so hazardously. I shouldn't have opened the book, let the words sink into me. I shouldn't have cursed God, for cursing me.
because I was born on a cursed holiday. I was born, to the Templars dismay. I was born, on Friday. The Capricorn, her card is the devil. Her date is with death. She's really trouble. If she wanted love, well love might have been a lie. Because we all have to die, but why lay with that one your whole life? Even if, the curse was surviving. I was thriving on my own...spinning.
So what did I see...when the fog of night washed away from me. I saw a different world, one you might not know. One that's haunted by Father Time and his pet dog's ghost, and his million hosts of hosts, who don't know the cost of laying down. We're so strong, when we're so wrong. I try to stay keen like silver, but let me tell you I just quivered. I rippled. I cried. I wondered....quickly
What if what I know is actually a lie? What if reality itself...said goodbye...because I didn't want to run, I wanted to face that man. Death itself, the ghost in the drawer, so many cruel tricks up this dark God's sleeve. Let me tell you, believe me it's true. I can see death, and that's how I know so much about you.
That's why they thought I was pretty in blue. But what if that was not what's meant to be, what if I could help you up--and we could all be free? Of course on this pier there's no reason to fight, but fighting makes us strong enough to enjoy what's right....but what's wrong to fight death's bitter song. If you came along with me, and rode this crazy train. I'd show you exactly, how I stopped acting insane. Arjuna should not complain, when the deed is done and life is won by this enigmatic stain.
But I've moved away, that train is driven by a haunted man. I've left this town, it's full of them. They're soldiers, they never stopped this fighting. Monster souls, demons in wait. And I just want to fly away far off to a dream that cannot be full of hate. Goodnight Aaron, see you on the moon. God the father and the Angels are blessed, from here to heaven's home. Where's my haven? Now to sleep, wait on the dark butchers, hand and foot. If I understood. I'd have to be sane. I don't know if it's chemistry in my brain, or really just Cain.
And I shall win. I shall overcome again. For now I rest, in peaceful liberation. Pretending that there was no price, when the blood of sheep slaughtered, to feed the souls of crazy mice. Welcome to your "paradise" Have a cup of pills with your sugar, spice, and...nice try.
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