Lay down and let me
Trace the scars across your skin
I will love you still

And when you lay there in your skin
Motionless, silent
Beautiful, perfect
How could I not love you more

I ran across burnt roads for you;
You walked on cloudy grass
I fought the demons you forced me to dismay;
You relished in my rotten path
I always told you I loved you;
And still, I'd never take it back

In this world, you live asleep like the dead
Distorted dreams through a prism unclean
The colors your see are not what they seem
How can you see with your eyes wide shut?

Kiss the demons at their feet
Praise them for their artful lies
Let them lull you back to sleep
Singing sweet dark lullabies

In mundo vivunt, somno velut mortui
A deformato per somnium inmundum carcer
See your colores non sunt quod videntur
Quomodo clausis oculis vestris wide?

Osculamini pedes eorum daemonum
Laus eorum est artificiosa
Ipsi vos ad somnum otium
Cantus dulcis tenebris lullabies

--Christian J. Clark

Light breaks through the littered cinerescent clouds as I watch from a Windex streaked window

Tangerine incandescence fighting it's way through as dusk approaches

Warm rays caress my face through shadows of the evergreens that line the street

As if a reflection of a giant brass *** was being cast into my living room

Fragments of dust filter through the clementine colored air

sitting cross legged on an old Chinese rug covered in dog fur

An old Japanese maple stretches tall and upwards

The stellar jays bask in this rare gift, hopping from branch to branch

The inevitable gloom and grey catching up

Ashen warfare surging on a daisy farm

A sense of malevolence runs through the clouds

A split screen between the high spirits and the melancholy

The Castor and Pollux of the skies

Like a giant wondrous creamsicle threatened of being swallowed up by the smoke

This contention sends them blissfully unaware of the eclipsing nightfall that is upon them

Twilight enraptures the heavens, ending in nebulous sovereignty

I can’t take this depression,
my soul needs a motivation.
A life full of ridiculous lies,
who could save me from this cry?
I hide it all, nothing to brag,
no one needs to see me this ******* sad.
Faking this dream,
wherein my laughter glows with heart.
Keep re-telling the past,
as my present is dull.
This illusion suffocates my heart,
as it reminds me of a life I should start.

I Want To Scream,
Break A Vase,
See The Tears, On My Face?
I Don't Want To Dream,
I Don't Want To Sleep,
Though I'm Tired, So Tired I Weep.
Yesterday Was Horrible,
Yet Today Was Worse,
I Feel The Wicked--Dreaded Curse.
The Star Necklace Falling,
From My Neck,
But With All The Pain What Do You Expect?
You Can Turn Against Me,
Rip Through My Spline,
Though You'll Never Destroy This Durable Machine.
Let's Take A Bow,
And Raise A Hand,
Though The Encore Is For Another Band.