I close my eyes...
the teasing fickle flames of my imagination
illuminate glimpses of nights tattooed canvas of dreams
where incubi and succubi hungryly swarm to devour
the echos and reflections of the passing day
like ravenous carrion birds feasting upon the fallen
deep within the labyrinth of the minds eye
my passions and nightmares are the tempremental artists
surrealists constantly creating a panorama of delusions
who's paint is the life blood of my angels and deamons
given form in this black mirror of my twisted soul
here seductive icons of hidden desire fight for my attention
while envisioned ideals are torn apart by the madness of regrets
and fear comsumes me as it whispers relentlessly in my ear
all bound within ghost like memories of torment and anguish
as random illustrations painted upon the walls of my mind
i close my eyes...but i can still see...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem