Red Eyed Roses

"Quis hic locus? Quae regio? Quae mundis plaga?" [What world is this? What kingdom? What shores of what world?] Lucius Annaeus Seneca Minor (4 B.C. - 65 A.D.)

Sunday, January 30, 2005

Mad Dying

My soul drips
as I sink into the dusty cracks
My body numb from the silence
Eternity's price still to be paid

White light surpasses the sound
Seeping through the secret door
Blinding my sight from reality
I watch myself scream

Blank spaces engulf my being
Lost forever in the mist
As madness takes its time
Clawing at the blurry lines

Between two worlds
What divine existence
Lingers like a dark shadow
Crying in the twilight

Life's subtle cycles
and delicate strings
drift in the wind
in a waking dream.

When Guilt finds her Shame
And Fate lifts her veil,
While dancing Death's flame ,
I watch the darkness pale.