Of Golden PathsOf Golden Paths in Scraps More Like This
Love sings to me
Of golden paths
Spiralling into the heavens
Her power overcomes
Her beauty compelling
Through the many
Strings that glisten with stars
Unbidden, so bright
Nebulous, pulsing, weaving
Eyes aflame in the night
Innocent EyeWould youInnocent Eye in Scraps More Like This
Gouge out this
In this kingdom
Of the blind
A burning heretic
Smile as we despise
For the love of this
EmergingThis nightEmerging in Scraps More Like This
Under the moons illumination
On our newborn
NebulousSpirit of starsNebulous in Scraps More Like This
Shines through me
Your symbol fled
The pyramid turned on its head
I pluck the strings of the web
Avatar of the nebulous
Light spirals down through me
Fiction and transcendence woven in synchrony
All dogma my blasphemy
For I am ever changing.
Conversations with GhostsI The MasqueConversations with Ghosts in Scraps More Like This
Hes a monster, dont you know?
Hell lure you in with his tricks, his chocolate covered lies.
Hes not the way you see him.
Hell eat you alive.
Stay with me, where its safe, little girl.
Ill tend your wounds, little girl.
Oh youre bleeding, little girl.
Sit on my bed and tell me it all.
Hes a demon, dont you know?
Id never hurt you, like he would, Id never lie.
Hes a deceiver; Im your saviour,
A favour, oh so kind, for me to make you mine.
Stay with me, little girl.
Ill tend the wounds youre left with, little girl.
And when youre bleeding, little girl,
Know youre mine.
II The Sea
Oh foolish blue,
So the man on the moon
Says the light in the sun cant go out.
Oh foolish blue,
No one knows you,
Know angels, know pixies, know doubt.
III The Muse
My gift of self lay in wonder
My gift of self got pulled under
My gift of self-loved for loves sake
Train to NowhereSix hours of sleep between the Tuesday I woke up and the Friday it had become. I didn't notice, or maybe rather, I didn't remember noticing, but somehow, every second became a minute, and an hour, and a day. They where not worth remembering. There is a pressure behind my eyes now. Its been there for some time. It is the numb kind of pain, the kind you dont enjoy, but dont particularly hate having. This morning I could find no solace in the last aspirin I ingested before I had exceeded what the bottle has informed me is a dangerous dose. Ive never tested the boundaries of aspirin before. I don't think you can overdose on asperine. Its just as well, it was my last pill.Train to Nowhere in Scraps More Like This
There are any number of things I could be working on right now. Derelict pages strewn across my bed, waiting for completion. Once upon a time I might have spared them more than a passing glance and a disapproving frown. Such great promise. I had promised myself that someday I would be somethi