It's All The Same To Me...

(Source: bluethread)

 In the dark November frost, were your eyes like daggers peirce me;

Bright eyes, and black heart. A kiss, the tears so deceiving.

The confusing termoil of a dream in a dream,

and in there sleep you watch; Oh subconscious phantasm let me sleep!

Let me float on opalescent clouds of sound and starlight.

But you wont let me rest, no but be tormented by temptation in human form!

And so I sleep on; and in this knowlege I walk the stage, and obediently play the part

Never again will desire meet,

and though you walk through empty steers

you find nothing; the fruits of love abandoned

and replaced with seeds of pain, and in subconscious

root and thrive, with budding flowers of hate and lies.

And in raging anger soon there after;

for the heart has left.  

And the mind; not in lament, but in anger deep and black

it wastes away, caught in a tempest of water and storm.

Dance for me, dance with me.

one step: two step: a waltz, a starlight momment.

There eyes move with us, graceful in the shadows

and we think of the mystery, the ones that watch us

greedy with there lust for what we have, for what we’ve created

Dance with me, not for me

we dance together

not for one, but for eachother

together we were safe

from there watching eyes…

but you left and they took you

and left nothing

nothing but memories

memories of us

and our graceful starlight waltz

In the treturous vessel of that which pumps my life blood; My heart reaches for you.

But the mind which seeks for constent controle, stops the heart cold in its wild attempt to set passions fires; and halts the words nessesary to do its bidding.

Cold and impenetrable is the grip of the subconscious spector, as it wispers words of doubt to the heart.

And will the conflictions continue to rage; it shall destroy me.

Will you help me?

Or will you let me fade, and be consumed by fire and stone.