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by [alex1ender3 ]

2011-09-28  |     | 



A moments ghost was dancing while worthless time was passing
In a dream full of shadows... dust and distant calls
And the hour was advancing, with my wordless rhymes cleansing
That pain the time was writing... etching on the darkened walls

i woke up with the illusion of an ephemeral intrusion
To see a shape of pure darkness unfolding in the drapes
Those shrouds that hid my world, swirling in confusion
With a soothing sigh of silence, as of songs on aging tapes

Now all those demons screaming, with whom my dreams where teeming
Hid behind the iris, of a glowing, dying eye
And i’m not sure, anymore, if i was only dreaming
Of those silent songs and echoes, which the moving drapes imply

But the specter was still there, its song was gently flowing
And an iris fuelled by demons was sparkling like a jewel
While the frozen blood was boiling, and the rage inside me growing
i shouted in the darkness:... stop moving you fool!!

But in the motion of the drapes, still invoking haunting shapes
Discarding all my anger, that ghostly shadow stood
Tearing up that place...that space, where my mind sometimes escapes
To feel the dancing of a second... something i no longer could

And that song, unearthly whisper, deep inside the mind... i feel
As if my every hidden devil, is now awoke and starts to crawl
From the essence of my will, towards that secret bleeding quill
I used to write those worthless rhymes, once, upon, a darkened wall

Yet even if it was so sheer, not succumbing to the fear
i ripped the drapes, with all the anger, all the rage I could recall
And now it stands, so crystal clear, the abomination... would appear
Was nothing more, and nothing less, just a mirror on the wall!?

Staring deep, in that void of darkness, the liquid world of a silver tear
As a ghost inside a bottle i saw myself entombed in dreams
And in the depths within the mirror all the rhymes where crystal clear
While life’s meaning starts to appear, on the wall... or so it seems

Then with hands still clenched in fists of rage, I ripped its frame and smashed the cage
That held inside its crystal heart, the thing i was, now torn apart
And behind the eyes, the demons screaming, destroyed that void, as if a page
Was shredded from my book of meaning, no dancing second could assuage


Now the drapes no longer shiver, the mirror lies in pieces
Time is still writing, it’s never ending pain
The demons fall asleep as the rage decreases
Silver shards darken, i guess i’m just insane

Again, a second danced, above the time that passed
While i guess i was dreaming, it was all in my mind
An image to detest, now back to the rest
Wordless... worthless... Blind...

Somewhere, away, in a life, on a stage
a ghost enjoys its starkness
Those worlds in words, fading on a page
Dead eyes dream of darkness...

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