My shadows seem a garden
of eerie delights
sensibilities run naked through
forests of dark understandings,
fierce rhythms crack between my eyes
- the silence of worlds.
My simplest ramblings a no-mans land
accessible only by virtue and touches
of insanity..
My laughter the tread of the devil
come to sanction souls.
My restlessness, a pit.
My misery a vein of gold, rich and
buried deep.
My music, a ghost piano swinging
from the hangmans noose.
My vision, forever caught in your smile
My time,
that part of the night
only attainable by invitation
Apr 27, 2011
Apr 27, 2011 at 6:24 AM UTC
My shadows seem a garden
of eerie delights
sensibilities run naked through
forests of dark understandings,
fierce rhythms crack between my eyes
- the silence of worlds.
My simplest ramblings a no-mans land
accessible only by virtue and touches
of insanity..
My laughter the tread of the devil
come to sanction souls.
My restlessness, a pit.
My misery a vein of gold, rich and
buried deep.
My music, a ghost piano swinging
from the hangmans noose.
My vision, forever caught in your smile
My time,
that part of the night
only attainable by invitation