Tis not rot! No festering weeping sores, no pus, no ooze, no phlegm.
What it is! It's cancer! Self replicating incontrovertibly til the end.
Each reproduction a little less than the sum that was once the whole.
Tiny clones of emptiness digging the grave deeper as the weary ones console.
Let's hope the mourners will wear Black.
Do ghosts dream like the living do
Can vapour weave a veil of thoughts
like the livings unanswered hopes
reticent I wonder in the rendering
Where rendering is creation and not being broken down
into smaller and smaller echoes
Of what was before
Of what can never be again
Do ghosts dream at all.
You're a thief!
You steal from me
Damn you I want it back!
Like dancing with Melancholy
You leave me drained
you vampyric leech
could be better!
The reasons are many, the will is weak and so you succumb to assumptions and expectations demanded of you by the great unseen THEY!....Tea is Tea! Tea doesn't know that you drink it, taste it or prefer a certain kind... If TEA knew would it care?. .Music is music! Just as indifferent ! Created by one mind to share with another an interpretation of emotion and feeling. Music is heard, listened to and appreciated for what it is or it isn't. Music doesn't care if it's not heard! The person who created
The dreamers repose, eyes unspoilt by tears
fitfully adrift in a sea of her own making
Shadow filled eddy's in the wake of her path
Mists clear on each scene change with desires thoughts
as her destination appears
Wendigo walker not far from view
stalking, yet not on the hunt
The dreamer awaits
Sat in her garden
For longing is the key to want
Tattered rags for a dress
Fairytale thoughts of Cinderella and
Updated 04-02-13 at 02:33 AM by cubiccircle