don't think about what to say, don't really think at all. such words are blissful kisses that drip to the floor and melt into warm summer mornings far away on the outside of the cold stone walls that cage me. the gothic manor of external reality is a kingdom to which its shadows of people raise me on transparent shoulders and crown me thier queen of misery. my eyes distressed with dark scars no mortals should ever see, gaze past the murderous gates of modern humanity into the gold at the end of a rainbow never seen, for the rain never ceases. but somewhere in the hopeful and careless lands of quiet wishes unheard, a dream of brighter days and happier times awaits my sleeping mind, to purge my inner sanctum of all black poisen and return my original thought. my ever patient knight in shining armor waits, desiring to take me away from my desolate condemnation. and someday he will. for by the pool of grandfather time, my dream of hearts reflections i will meet there, someday. someday.
MonstaJam · Fri May 12, 2006 @ 02:35am · 0 Comments |