I saw my dreams
In your eyes.

I wove a garland
Of your forgotten words.

Don't fly too close to the Sun!
The rays will punish you.

Don't love the immortal Dawn!
Time will maim you.

Don't listen to the voices in your head!
I will lock you up.

Don't yearn to live
Don't ask for death.

Smile.

Sing that song they taught you in school.

Don't sulk.
It's bad manners.

The moon

A scar on the face of the sky?
Or a pearl in the night's oyster?

Your half-closed eyes
Tell me beautiful lies
I dance upon your soul.
You are what I can't be
And all that you'll see
Are the tears mingled with the kohl.

Ghastly Gossamer

Can I perfect the illusion of perfection?

Will ignorant sanity strangle the deadly daydreams
As I try to breathe through the suffocating smoke
Of the macabre magic?
Will the music stop?

The words lie wasted and worthless
Woven into walls
That trap the terrifying transience of thought.

Do you see my struggle?
I yearn for the blind visions of cruel kindness
And the touch of ghastly gossamer.

The web you've woven
The lies you've told
Help us survive
In the world of cold.

Scarlet

We trick the truth

We laugh at lies

And dream of the sun 

With starry eyes.

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Of Hubris and Hamartia
The horrific tragedy that lurks behind those theories
The soul torn, bruised, bleeding
Truth, Illusion, Desire.

The fatal blow of time
That reduces the flame to dying embers.

Surely death is better?
A glorious end
Without pity or fear.

The awe is addictive
The tears are real.

Can we ever know enough?
Is it enough to know?

You and I

The secret
The elaborate lies.

You said you cannot see me
I hid my body, but bared my soul.

Your eyes
Filled with soft laughter
Sparkling with mockery.

You laugh with me
At me.

I am your mirror
Your best and your worst.

The same demons haunt us
The same impulses drive us
Push us to the brink
And pull us back.

The same ancient signs speak to us
We look around
Dazed
Hurt
Happy.

I am selfish
I long to give you both pain and salvation.

Our journeys and plastic theories
Melt into the summer glow
And my tears.

You could not love my soul
But what am I without it?
A carcass.

Moments

Moments.
Like milestones.
Like melody that melts
Into magic
To mourn the madness of memory.