Death has no power over us now.
You were dead once,
And I was dying.
I could not breathe without you by my side.
Deep within the depths of your eyes,
Those placid mirrors that burn with the fire of your soul,
I see the reflection of an impostor,
A fool who has drunk deep from fantasy's bowl.
Tempting to say
That all is well,
That the world is round,
Fly closer to the sun, my love;
I want to see you burn.
I would rather see you as
A blazing star of Death,
Forever is mine,
You promised it to me.
I own Eternity,
Or so you said to me.
Out of the darkness of imagination emerges a thought,
Pure, untainted, and yet untouched by the poison of Men,
A thought that will change the face of eternity.
This colossal ideal, so innocent at birth, will bend and twist in time,
The snow falls silently, with a sense of serenity that betrays
The inner turmoil of my mental hurricane.
How can the world still spin, the snow still fall,
When my heart is in such pain?
The rain falls steadily on the foggy windowpane,
Clouding the multicolored rainbow of neon lights,
All offering cheap amusements and drink to warm the bones.
Blaring lights preceed the screeching horn of a car,
What is sanity, but a shadow of truth,
Fleeing before the faintest ray from a candle?
It is a friend you believe to be loyal, who departs
Immediately, escaping a situation they couldn't handle.