Life is a Dream

Night touches day as day clutches night.
From the depths within spawn cleverly disguised
creatures of twilight's dazzling flame.
From the Pits within this eternal mortuary,
evokes poisonous passions that begin to allow
an eerie beam of moonlight to shine with me
'till the end of time.
From my bones an ebony presence will rise
that'll be made up of clear grace.

"If only to salvage the eroticism and chaos within."
I can feel the chaos and hatred burning within
and in the morning you will find no trace of me here.
I'll tear apart all that remains and eat the flesh
of those who've sought to devour me from the insides.

This whole life feels like a dream,
a place where I'll wander alone until one day someone
will have the courage to save me from myself.

Night runs from day as day chases night.
The withering dahlia's petals will break off,
gracefully before they're crushed below
as invisible raindrops fall from above.

"If only to stop the condemnation of my blackened soul."
I can feel the chaos and madness burning within
and it feels like tiny ants are crawling
out from the pores on my skin.

In the cradle of time, we are worthless
and fall to our own sense of failures.

Day invades night as night walks alone.
From a distance all is condemned,
like clone of wasted youth from places of different guise
that is left to drown in fear and left to fail all alone.
Is there no way to save this broken child?

To arrive, to writhe, to survive on a sea of shame,
to denounce yourself to world, that bleeds and screams
of dreams crushed beneath the misanthropic mind, is an honor and a curse.

"If only to salvage the eroticism and life within."
I can feel the chaos and hatred burning within
and in the morning you will find no trace of me here.
I'll tear apart all that remains and eat the flesh
of those who've sought to devour me from the insides.