it is a thirst, a lust, a desire
or sometimes a sort of tremor
akin to fear and even anger
on my tongue this acrid liquor
makes everything else taste so bitter
and lack a lining made of silver

yet there is nothing I prefer
when it finally does occur
the euphoria of it's recur
It becomes crucial to remember
when you grow weary of the voltigeur
just lend your ear to the whisperer

This little cloud:
always so dark and fluffy
hovering you at arm's length
following you despite the wind
providing you with shade
and protecting you from dryness

This little cloud:
can sometimes turn to fog
making sure the air is gloomy
allowing for blurred vision
and granting your every breath
the soft melody of gasping

This little cloud:
could be the best of companions
if only it would let you gaze
just sometimes at the moon
that illuminates your nights
and makes the stars look dim

Ferocious Medusa, your eyes so sweet
Only you may give this heart it's beat
Windows to see or to be seen ?
Without curtains to hide behind or to conceal
They catch the rain yet never stain

I couldn't think, I had to stare
Beyond restraint, I slipt and fell
Was it an ephemeral lapse or an impetuous dive ?
If getting lost is the journey I yearn for
Through their mirror surfaced reservoir

Swallowed whole by clairvoyance
Have you not seen what I have shown ?
To have them gazing back but once
I would gladly turn into stone
And sink forever into their endless briny depths

Ageless blasphemy from elder stars
Creeping across the sky, holding in the dark
In awe of his power, my dreams he chars
Invaded by crawling chaos, anguish's spak

Shapeless, formless, flawless, everytime I close my eyes
Voiceless, speechless, breathless, he whisperes his lies
Madness, sadness, (?), in infinite supplies
Sensless, faceless, darkness, he has taken every guise

You must beleive me, the black wind is ever nearing
I hear him, I hear him, why are my ears ringing ?
In the woods of N'***, he is awaking
I hear him, I hear him, why do these walls all have padding ?

It is dark and vehement
Thinks in natural immoralities
Devours ideas and ideals
With an insatiable desire

It was the runt of the litter
Yet grew the quickest
By consuming his sibling
To near extinction

Now I feel it's appetite
I yearn for it's cravings
I beg for it's voracity
And it feeds, a little, upon me

You might of met it occasionally
In my eyes or through my touch
I have a favor to ask (?)
Will you feed it when I'm gone

Ethereal, glacial, mysterious: she
invites us to her masquerade ball
where the music enthrals your senses

Shameful, ignominious, lamented: she
romanticise her own name
with threats of the sweetest of pain

Untimely, instanteneaous, temporal: she
will have you awaiting her arrival
when her embrace clings to the soulful

Cruel, violent, agonizing: she
condems without warning
steals your treasures without afterthought