Losing grip of my own hand
As the long road pops up ahead
The sky is misty
The wind is windy
I can barely use sense
When it comes to something this intense

The fact of my own disappearance
From myself
Makes it incredibly easy
For those rather ******
To use me

Losing grip of my own sanity
I own my own vulnerability
And I must say
I am very vulnerable

Why is the mirror so far away?
Have I pushed it so far
That I cannot grasp ahold of it?

The cold breeze flies past the past itself
All that was joyous is now gone
In the past of lives as we speak

Alas the memory lasts
Deep within ourselves

Is it enough?
To remember but not to feel
Such feelings and experiences
One can hope
But it is hard to expect

The snow glistens
Softly and blurred

It falls past all the
greatness
that the buildings hold

Snowy and cold
The snow falls
As we grow old,
It still falls

She feels the vast emptiness
Seeping deep within

Yet she views the world
With such capacity

She sees what others lack
And how they live
Without
Rather than
With

I am the darkness.

You've given it to me.

It overcasts my moves.

It taints my blood like boiling water.

I did not ask for the darkness to come.


But I asked it to stay.

Walking like a snake
With an itty-bitty waist
Long black fingers
The dreadful darkness lingers
VAMPIRA

Full blood lips
Her deep stare drips
Full flowy hair
Sulky mountain glare
VAMPIRA

Tall witchy woman
Figure near-inhuman
Spooky, sinful voice
Mortals haven’t a choice
To love VAMPIRA

It’s unbearable alone
Here on my throne
I wish that you’d come back

I chose you that fine night
And took away all your fright
Yet you still put up a fight
I wish that you’d come back

All those feelings that we shared
I could sense you truly cared
So why don’t you just come back?

It’s unbearable alone
Sitting on my throne
In this dark and ***** mansion

Grab my hand as you come back
Let’s live life back on track
And bring life to ourselves
Once again

Feeding into the haunts
of my thoughts,
I begin to fade away

Slipping into nothing
as I enter yet a new world
I am of complete helplessness
I can’t seem to reach my words

You leave me defenseless
Yet I see your face
And I see the enchantment
of the deep and dark place

Let me go, set me free
Allow me to wake up
Save me from thee

Don’t hold me down as
I begin to suffer
I surrender to The Nightmare
‘Tis anything but wonder

Bring me a dream
Of lavender and cream
As I fade away in
The childhood screams

I’ll take thee away
Where I too love to stay
Yet I chase my pleasure
To the end of my way

Follow me to a new world
Of tragic spells of magic
We haven’t any want
Rather a suspicious bond
Of hateful love for youth

When I open my eyes wide
I’ll reach out down there
And as I flash you a gleam
I want you to sing
That sweet, sweet melody

I dance all alone,
In my castle on my own
While I lose myself in
That sweet, sweet rhythm

When arises the lune
I look down to you
And fall in love yet again
With that sweet, sweet tune

Comfortable with fright
I depend on your song
To bring me back to life
My dearest, Children of the Night

Could he love?
Oh, could this disfigured
creature love?

Will he soar beyond the
unlimited factor of love?
Will he accept himself the way
the village could never imagine?

Will he open his mind and heart
to
To

Oh, how could this creature love
when all he wanted
Was what he couldn't get?

Could he love?
'Tis far more possible for the
creature
To hate

Falling weak to the ground
Nothing to hold on to
This is the end
I can feel it arising
Deep within

It is the end for him,
her,
they
Yet they still keep going
While I am left
To embrace the end
The chilling, gusts of wind
To leave me
as nothing.

You can only smile
for so long
until

the seasons find you

unwrapping you from
luxury

throwing you into
the distortion

face it now

with your frown

Ignore the water
Seething within

Hide it in the room
With all your lies

Tuck it away for
Some other day
When the floods
Come in and out

To give in to someone with passion is but only a dream.

To love with passion and see no wrong, only as wild as it seems.



My heart, I want it to feel the flames of the inner fire.

Burning deeply, burning deeply by my desire.



To give in to someone and to feel such a euphoric rush,

is all but a dream, a want, and a desperate wish.

Infected eyes
Pass me by

Staring me down
Deeper in despair

Corrupted clocks
Tick Tock
Tick Tock

Ringing in my ears
Loudly reminding me
of the
Time

Candle flickering
Please don't
Show me the darkness

Please don't
Show me the thoughts

The unbearable pleasure
Of the pain
Drips from my own thoughts

Please
Don't

You are the sweetest
Dream I've ever dreamt

Holding me close
Closer and closer to the edge

Stop

The danger soon
Covers the alias

The danger denies
The liaisons

Of this dearest
Sweet dream
...

The train is moving so fast
I can't catch my breath

It's all moving past me
So quickly I can't see

All I can think of is the past
But the past is gone
While the present is rushing by
The future is rushing by
It's all rushing by
Yet here I am

Stuck in between it all

The dampness of the mist
Could have healed me

The coldness of the stream
Could have lifted me

Though my own guilt
Has made me float
Beyond the clouds

I've fallen down
The well of sorrow

While I'm down here,
You throw your dagger

almost reached me.

Looking in the river,
I can't see my reflection
The mist lifts up and
Creeps at my eyes

almost reached me.

Your cold, dead touch
Reaching out for me
to hold
As if I've no choice ...

I can see you behind me
Racing towards my faded apparition
Keep coming closer, closer

I can see your silhouette
Made out from the raindrops
Racing closer, closer

I'm not moving
Not at all
Yet you are still so far

Far enough to follow
Coming closer and closer

I see you have returned yet again
To light up my eyes
Upon your arrival

Drowning me in the raindrops
The raindrops that so desperately
Fall down my window
I can feel it through my senses

The storm yet again has power
Power to lift my spirits
Arise my adrenaline

Excited
Scared
Happy

and
in a trance

By the lightning's lit up dance

You have returned to the skies
I watch you with open eyes
With amazement

Your beauty is too much

And after the end,
Please return again

I can feel the foggy smoke
As it curls around my eyelids

"Open and see"

But when I do I see nothing
As if the darkness has gone

I wonder what I should be looking at
Blackness soon devours the smoke

I have become one with the night

The storm arises
As my stomach turns
I can feel the sorrow
The wind delivers

The trees sway so fast
All I dream is to be free
The dark, grey clouds
Cover my face and enter my mind

I can't help but feel pain yet amazement
As I watch the storm arise
From deep within my own chained eyes

The thought was bizarre
Though the feeling was much stronger

Has the darkness around us
Brought us closer

To the truth?

The truth lies within the rose
Covered in snow
Fallen from utter despair...

You were here in body
But there in spirit

Because the thought was strange
Though the feeling bore more power
Than any of us

She weeps too much
Because there is nothing there

Who would have thought
Of such a devastating truth?

Clinging to hope
Even then we knew
All that is here now
Is only now for here

So why must she weep
So, so, so very much

Because all that she knew
Was deemed untrue

There is nothing there
And there will never be.

The wolves growl as they watch you
push me into darkness

I scream as the wind takes me by my hand
and leads me into the unknown

The stillness of the ground covered with soft snow
comforts my landing
yet refuses to feed me awareness

I am drowning as if I have never lived
Grasping ahold of nothingness tainted in the air
Gasping for the love I once sought

In a constant search for the answers
Which lead all but nowhere
At last I have learned to make that nowhere
My home

It lies beneath the ground, safe and sound, bound to bring us to a point

Does it know our motivations- our will to spin around in our own oxygen?

A type of musical note lifts up from the stone
A kind of poetic mist fills our eyes with the visions to set us free

It sings, it laughs, it watches us cry
It dances and prances at our own accord

The dark moon always finds us
Lying in our rooms, sleeping in the night
The dark moon always finds us,
Providing us with the dynamite

What does it tell you to do?
It watches us in such a manner

The dark moon

She drags her feet effortlessly up the
shining steps

Lifting her higher
and closer to regret

How does such an entity within have so much
grace,
yet seem so corrupt with power?

If there is something deeper,
deep within then perhaps the gates
should open
letting the river flow in

Or perhaps she shall retrace her steps
and fall back on what she knew
and relearn
how to live it

Smokey whispers awaken my spirit
In the middle of the night

A somber hope arises in the atmosphere
In the middle of unconsciousness

Dainty aspirations reach out
As I pull them in

The fear is obsolete
Despair is no longer mine

I give in sans contemplation
And I fly high
Into darkness

The doors creak to remind me you’re here

I can’t escape, I can only run to nowhere

If I try to hide, I’ll drive myself insane

If I show up for you, It won’t be the same



The doors creak to remind me you’re here

The air is different, filled with smoke

I can hardly see, hardly breathe

This is truly a nightmare I feel

There is pain in her eyes,
Pain she is willing to share

Only if you dare approach her

The natural order of the earth can be and
will be disturbed

The beauty of all that has been created
can and will suddenly change

All we can do is sit back and admire it
or resist it with great passion

Either way, the same outcome will arise.

The design of the world reminds me
that not everything I do can damage
the plan

Not everything I see must change
the plan

And not everything I hear becomes
truth

La lune est merveilleuse
Mais, c’est bleu.
La lune est super.
C’est une lune de sang.
Une belle catastrophe.


The moon is marvelous.
But, it is blue.
The moon is super.
It is a blood moon.
A beautiful catastrophe.

written 30 January 2018
By The Lenora
All rights reserved.

the parched winds wrap around my arm
as if they're trying to tell me something

I can't help but hear all but nothing
at the time they pull me away

and I can't help but feel
like something's not right

laughter in a field of obliterate roses
waiting for the moon to shine down on me

my lost hopes sing in the misty cold
where have you been,
where would you be?

It is this evening
That I realize they are all washing away

I had hoped for this day,
But instead find it rather complicated

As it reminds me of the reality
Of what is yet to come
And what has already came

The november leaves fall down
right next to the hope that reminds me
of who I used to be
and who I will never become
again.

Her eyes droop so low, so low to the ground
When the accordion plays

All her dreams are left untouched, but not defined
When the accordion plays

She clings to the ground, holding on tight
When the accordion plays

Nothing disturbs the accordance of the scene
The girl is untouched, but not defined

Her mouth painfully sighs, so loud, yet so soft
When the accordion plays

All her past lives, come back to life
When the accordion plays

She turns on her back, lifeless
When the accordion plays

Nothing disturbs the accordance of the scene-
Except for the girl’s past lives coming back to life

They are all upon us lying deep underground
However their ears remain open above

Their eyes watch as we make our way through the green garden
The garden is fresh with blooming plants and flowers

It symbolizes all that they can't have
They've wasted it away to death

Our realities of dreams are agonizing reminders
For what they can't have

Singing with the shadows, dreaming of an escape
They dance before me, bringing all but delight
Their souls are fierce with might, but here I am,
Defenseless and hopeless

Dreaming with the shadows, singing of a tune
Twisted and deformed with the notes
Wishing away all that was set up for me
Empowered and hopeful

The shadows change the the temperament of the mood
They whisk upon all of our souls
Bringing upon a sorrowful wind of competence
A painful determination of accomplishment
Thank you shadows, thank you

They know far more than you can ever dream of speaking

They can visualize our lives much more vividly

Than anyone can ever imagine.

The moon is out and it's shining through all of us
Revealing all we have yet to keep in secret

This fine Friday night will exploit all that we wish to
conceal

The time's lost and it would've been great to
Make it last forever as it seemed

But the time's gone
You can't get it back

So long, time.

Evil, yet beautiful time.

She wears white, I wear red
She's now wed while I'm in bed

She sings a song
I scream in pain

Wouldn't it be great
If we lived the same

the insensitivity of the keys glide through my soul and into my desires

what I cannot say, will not aspire

will it hide me from my freedom?

or set me beyond the blaze far away in an unknown place?