• Design

    I am no divine design
    so cut me away
    You say...
    our thoughts are not our own
    so what are they
    for so long I felt
    or atleast it appeared so
    for so long I feared
    for what though
    isn't this all a delussion?
    A dissapating dream
    one can hope that maybe
    this all has been a moment in our fleeting sleep

    the sunlight never burned brith enough to cast you away
    A shadow in my nightmare
    from never more
    an embrace from death so long lasting
    that even the immortals cannot escape
    so what is this then
    if that is nothing but an illusion
    if what I felt is nothing more than a dream
    with in a dream
    do I even exist
    I would have to argue so
    but the catlike eyes of yesterday sway me again
    I feel like this fantasy
    was too quick to end
    and that I am being punished
    for more than I can contend

    your face
    the happy memory
    now sits amoung the leaves
    dead and dying
    rotting back into the earth
    casting you back to from whence you came
    all these shadows and riddles
    truly have me puzzled
    they leave my throat dry
    and my eyes wet
    but through it all
    I wish for this illusion not to end
    cast my shell onto the fire
    and hope that it shatters this world of dreams
    for in the end
    I suppose that each of us is more than we seem
    and you are more than that web of lies
    and that pretty face.
    That is if you even existed in the first place.