He weeps at his own internal mess.
Internal dysfunction or plain pain of his life demis.
Paranoia cries with imaginary. He told it to leave, but it lingers.
Monsters eat at his brain, nibbling until his eyes rest.
Tears of pain burn his cheeks. His soul is on fire. No desires.
Eyes of worry, sights of flying clouds. When will it end?
Alone. Internally alone. Drugs. He wants drugs. Pain go away.
Branches. He wants them to take him. Puncture him.
Physical pain will settle his mind.
Paranoia. Flying gypsies. Crawling whispers flowing up to his nostrils.
His heart is full of love. His soul is full of fluttering butterflies.
Where is the laughter? Internal laughter.
Outer layers are fake.
One sip of his whiskey, one step out of the dark, the warm sun glitters his day.
8 hours is his only life. He is awake. He is aware.
Until he goes back into his dark cave.
Her soul went from the most beautiful frontal-erected flower, full of love, ambition and passion while spewing vibes that dissolved all evil.
He tempts her day in and out. Surrounding her heart, he lays, laughing, lying, awaiting to never be caught.
She slithers as he lies with no remorse. He grins as her erected flower wilts to gray. He lurks. He waits.
In her weakest moment, he takes her heart and soul.
This is the story of life and death. Shall she succumb? Or fight back for her life?
In the midst of Water Lillies and Fairies, lay a tender heart, her heart, his heart, pumping hearts of life and death….
Breath can stop,
The mind can falter,
Lunacy can fall on
As Water Lillies and Fairies flow through the sparkled night,
oblivious of night skies of death.
Stone sober, she can eminate the liking of his faltered soul, or can she?
Idea-driven is she, punching, screeming vocals of feminist rock, until the last flickering light dims,
Can you go crazy while staying sane? Can we stay sane while going mad? In our bleak world, this is the visual she allows as she rocks those vocals toward every fuck in the world,
Erect, full of laughter, she picks a Water Lilly and hands it to every dead body as she smiles at each living Fairy,
Fairies exist and so does death, Water Lillies breath as do we, life emanates as much as we choose,
Choose well my fair weathered friend…
Picture taken from “fairiesandfantasy.com”
Wilted from his
Dehydrated from her
Outer petals beautiful-
Wilt to cut.