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 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 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

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

Time is so hard to take care of and watch after,
It's the perfect illusion that we all would like to reach,
But can't.

A little bit of time is within us all,
However, only we can come out of the time we so desperately want.

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.

the past seems like yesterday
the mystic feelings
rising from deep within

but the past is the past
and we all know it won't last
not in our lifetime

if it is wrong to cling
to the things that are gone
than I assume the responsibility
of going back into the past
and get right along

You can hide in the dark,
but I withhold night vision.

You can say words that make no sense,
but I can translate it all.

I see you, but seeing you is not enough
to live our such a glorious dream.

They can say it all but what do they really mean?

It can all be understood,
but somehow it's not.

It occurs at midnight
When the world is dark
And quiet
All you can hear is your own
Sincere weep for escape

But the truth is
That once you have been
Held ahold by the night
There is no way back
When the alluring effect
Consumes your mind

Can anyone really win?
Does anyone actually try?

The sky is bleeding with lust
Fire drips from its cloudy veins
Onto the world below
Cars drive towards the flames
Where they will be judged
With beauty and passion

Seven-thirty is the time for splendor
Power and pain
When the clouds turn pink
And clarity becomes clear

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

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

I hear the banshees cry
They bring in such a state of mind
In the middle of the night
Belonging to blissful release
Not so much sorrow

I hear the banshee's cry
It is a surprise
But one I will accept
Screeching alongside
My past

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

I look around to see but all I see is what I want

And what I want is not enough
It won't carry me to where I desire to go

What I would like to face,
is what I could encounter

Yet nothing is in everything and as the end draws near,
all I can see is what I want

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.

Drusilla drains my heart of blood at night


I see it drip the words I wish I would have spoken

Pushed and drag
For miles
By the smoke-filled darkness
That I too
Now obtain smoke within my own darkness

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

The thrill of the windy air
Runs through my veins
As my excitement
Drips from a dark and gloomy
Room
Filled with wonder of the past
And future,
All the horrors combined
So that happiness
Is an illusion
That dominates my will

today
the sky is as clear as a glass window
with animated fluffy clouds
parting way for the sun to come through
and shine light on a new day
filled with cleansing for the ignorant

but here I lie
unable to move
due to my sorrow
but I too
can still look out
and enjoy the sky
even if my own ignorant soul
has yet to be cleansed

As they dance on the garden of life
They realize they dance on fallen leaves
Death that had come and gone
But the death that will return

my love is eternal and infernal
and I will be adding to my web

A misty morning can cover your lies,
but your regret will take your demise.

When the sun comes up, it will remember what the moon told it.
And what it knows- you can't hide from.

Soon the black cat will claw your admission right out of your mouth.
The difference is, you're not a mouse.
You can play, but you won't be able to get away.

Soon our pain won't amount to much thought
and we will surely die.

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

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

Splendor upon nothing
Keeps me running
Searching endlessly for more
Just around the corner

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

Slipped away
Fallen to the ground

There goes the castle of dreams
Fallen to defeat
Of hate

Some made her silence, scream again

In the dead of the night

The streetlights whisper

The truths that have been forgotten

Among those who never listen

But always speak.

When they stopped doing
what they were meant to do
things began to fall
shattering all elements
from deep within

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

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

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 ...

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

Only if you dare approach her

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

Her dark dress
Flows with the wind
Of Despair
Blowing her hair
Away from the sin
Called Life

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.

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

Human love is the only love
I seek to understand
The only love
I wish to feel
Pulsing through my veins

We both have secrets
That must be hidden

We must hide in unison
With the secrets
And with those who have secrets

And keep them locked up in
The treasure called
The Night

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

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.

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

Taking a breath of air
Only to choke on my own despair
I'd like to get away
For just a moment

To spread my wings
Delicately and softly
Wiping my tears away
And begin to fly
Fly, fly away

The storm so quickly came and went
But it left me with some thoughts
Some feelings
Sprouting alive so that I too
Can enjoy the world
Even tomorrow,
A Sunday morning...

I remember you
I wonder if you too
Can remember me
And the things that symbolized
What we danced through
Before times would fall upon us
To cause mass destruction

My dreams show me images
Foreign to the naked eye
But to the immersed soul
Familiarly flows through veins

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