waking from dream fake |
Her majesty reigns golden,
Above crystal lakes,
Wondering amongst wild horses,
Prancing in daybreak,
The fire sweeps out beyond forever,
Kissing my forehead,
With electric rays in sporadic wonder,
Ge...
Posted by Øphelia on Tue, 06 Sep 2005 08:05:00 PST |
Dreamcast Loveless |
Anxious insides infested with cold fire,
Remedies hopeless only clowns with sick desires,
Patterns relentless in their persistence,
Human race doomed in miserable existence,
Crowds folding their fres...
Posted by Øphelia on Mon, 29 Aug 2005 10:02:00 PST |
counting time |
Counting the minutes,
Counting the hours,
Like the erratic heart beat of sheep,
Hanging to die in the heat,
Hanging just to hold on to something.
Precious like glass,
Its worth less than its beauty...
Posted by Øphelia on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
the darkness is calling me |
Wrap me up in velvet smoke,
That lingers in the shadows,
Kisses in time the ethereal sound of darkness,
Heavy but silent in the heart.
Oh the brave souls,
Who should, would, could surrender,
B...
Posted by Øphelia on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
broken |
I couldnt feel,My hands are tight,My eyes are swollen,I fight the night.The memories relentless,They sting with thorns a plenty,Im running from the comfort,I once found, I once knew.Its dark, Its what...
Posted by Øphelia on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
DEAD |
Crawling through the effort of a song not yet remembered,
Memory lapses through the strings of a neural harness,
&n...
Posted by Øphelia on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
hot air, lose clothing |
The air was heavy in that small room,
All of the clothing had been stripped.
I looked to the side for a reference,
Only to find the deception.
Winds wallowing stolen aids,
To touch the luck of dandi...
Posted by Øphelia on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
cravings of the awful mind |
Shrunken are the knotted ropes of intestines twisted in the vines,
Noted for its demonstrations of aerialistic impressions it has upon the mind,
The ooze it has been dripping, sending messages of rip...
Posted by Øphelia on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
flight of the morning |
The morning was light in its airy defect,
Cold as it was, clammy hands fell to the cramped position of the side.
Voices yell as if dreams were made of streets that we once walked before.
Many passers...
Posted by Øphelia on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
The Lords Devine Plan |
Stony fingers did lie upon the breast of our imagination,
We held it close as a precious instrument,
To strum the fastening of time.
The Lords have stolen our memories,
And replaced them dearly with ...
Posted by Øphelia on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
