The sorrow grips my senses
I'm drinking from the poisonous apple,
Now my eyes are suddenly opened for
The new light of the earth, and my mind,
Still dull, expecting punishment of hell.
In my innocence I never knew,
What is that Time, and space, heaven and hell.
Truly I was living in Eden?

My body has tempting curves,
And my skin is so soft,
My hair has the color of wheat…
My eyes seem like mirrors of lake,
Just in this sadness I could notice that!
Oh, Adam, you will adore my new essence
Of woman and Goddess of love!

Since than my price will be
To suffer birth pains and ages
To go, my life is not an endless joy,
But as a lonely flower I'll grow…
From the knowledge apple seed
Spreads its shining spirit inside me.


:: © Mermaid ::
:: august -13

I must have been floating in heaven..

For  I just heard the voice of an angel..

Got transported to another dimension...

A dimension where sweetness is felt when it rains..

The sun is the spark of your eyes..

And the stars  are replaced by your smile...

I just talked to you...

Have a great afternoon my love..

I miss you..

You should not have believed me
when I said I loved you once,
a cruel act of my misleading,
taking Ophelia for a dunce

Flee from me while you're still sane
Cupid's bow flings just a dud,
I am but a Hamlet,
and my words as clear as mud

You used to be my pink skies and cotton candy clouds but now everything is grey, rainy and miserable.

And it makes me want to cry.

We're going in a different direction now and I am not the one who pulled the steering wheel.

I no longer see my open fields flooded far and wide with cherry blossoms and all the green sparrows have flown away.

They are crying now and I can no longer hear your voice.

Instead, it is all a barren wasteland. And the sand is not even at least the beautiful orange the Sahara desert always is.

All the portraits in my castle have gone blank. The castle itself, war torn, brought down to rubble as a result of the battle I fought within myself.

I may have lost the battle but I have not yet lost the war. I hope.

Unfortunately, our worlds did not collide as subtly as I had prayed. It was a violent mishap, an event outside of time.

I sit silently and alone in the centre of my dreams as I have witnessed them being violently washed away by ocean waves with my hands tied and bound by my admiration for you.

You like beaches right? That has to mean something, maybe a reason for you to stay a little longer.

You are my Dystopia.

But dystopia is subject to interpretation.

And what is yours will never be mine and what is mine you do not even want at all.

My dystopia sounds like it belongs in a book, but we all know how long that lasts.




*Be sure to check out Utopian Dystopia Pt. 1!