So, I had another pretty horrible dream last night (I've been having a few too many lately) and I can't get it out of my head. It was so metaphorical to my life that I feel like it was trying to tell me something - or maybe I'm just over analysing, again? Anyway, I had to write something about it to get it out of my head as best as possible. So here you go, an insight into the on goings of last night in my head:
Embraced by the silent kiss
that consciousness does miss,
as it be the very paradox
the mortal heart unlocks.
Evoked, a certain beautiful
of which the naked apple
eye could never quite behold;
enter imagination's threshold -
Your fleshy force is merely
matter of which I've closely
analysed, reformed by the power
of my being, with such azure
that I drift into a wonder
of your lightening, your thunder;
is it you who I can see
or is it the reflection of me?
I feel that I can feel you
so I feel that this is true,
with visage I see before my gaze
the bitter flower, she decays.
So, I lose my dainty sense
within your beauteous beam, hence
you begin to cast your spell
grasping your poisoned pastel.
Go ahead and warmly whisper
the triple that does blister
such vivacious virgin relish
as you titter at the foolish.
Then rip from me your promise
that dulls the pretty blueness
of my eyes that do exalt
the man who burns default.
And you say:
'This is what we do,
we make mistakes,
we birth regrets,
and then I run away
until the day
I return. And you,
you will be there...'
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