the idiot's a clawing panic
slapping stony walls in endless darkness,
from here till nothing more.
groping mad with blistered digits
which ache to break that so far formless cryptogram
burning, yearning, longing gaze
blacked out eyes cast wistful somethings to a far off place;
that maybe, someone deep within the space between
would cast a magic spell
until the darkness parts... and there's your face.
I knew I'd see you again.
I've been waiting here for so long...
it's so good to feel you again.
your touch is so warm; am I warm too?
I get to be someone in you:
you love me; so I love you.
...
frightened knowing eyes within me sharply eek!
it's seen it all before, this tragic prophecy...
and so the serpent slithers ever sickly up my spine,
climbing up the lighthouse, binding seeking eyes
that dormant haunted mannequin is finally brought back to life
and so it came, that firelight
refracted through ghosts unremembered -
oh what a tragic thing!
for that living human being on the other side
to become not more than a movie screen
and so it was,
the lighthouse made projector
giving living seasons blissed
till forgotten horrors do return
and love's light is smothered
it is in those final moments
when all is laid to rest
that those searching eyes, unknowing,
lie forgetting in the dark
reprise
Jan 27, 2024
Jan 27, 2024 at 12:42 PM UTC
the idiot's a clawing panic
slapping stony walls in endless darkness,
from here till nothing more.
groping mad with blistered digits
which ache to break that so far formless cryptogram
burning, yearning, longing gaze
blacked out eyes cast wistful somethings to a far off place;
that maybe, someone deep within the space between
would cast a magic spell
until the darkness parts... and there's your face.
I knew I'd see you again.
I've been waiting here for so long...
it's so good to feel you again.
your touch is so warm; am I warm too?
I get to be someone in you:
you love me; so I love you.
...
frightened knowing eyes within me sharply eek!
it's seen it all before, this tragic prophecy...
and so the serpent slithers ever sickly up my spine,
climbing up the lighthouse, binding seeking eyes
that dormant haunted mannequin is finally brought back to life
and so it came, that firelight
refracted through ghosts unremembered -
oh what a tragic thing!
for that living human being on the other side
to become not more than a movie screen
and so it was,
the lighthouse made projector
giving living seasons blissed
till forgotten horrors do return
and love's light is smothered
it is in those final moments
when all is laid to rest
that those searching eyes, unknowing,
lie forgetting in the dark
reprise