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A moments ghost was dancing while worthless time was passing
In a dream full of shadows... dust and distant calls And the hour was advancing, with my wordless rhymes cleansing That pain the time was writing... etching on the darkened walls i woke up with the illusion of an ephemeral intrusion To see a shape of pure darkness unfolding in the drapes Those shrouds that hid my world, swirling in confusion With a soothing sigh of silence, as of songs on aging tapes Now all those demons screaming, with whom my dreams where teeming Hid behind the iris, of a glowing, dying eye And i’m not sure, anymore, if i was only dreaming Of those silent songs and echoes, which the moving drapes imply But the specter was still there, its song was gently flowing And an iris fuelled by demons was sparkling like a jewel While the frozen blood was boiling, and the rage inside me growing i shouted in the darkness:... stop moving you fool!! But in the motion of the drapes, still invoking haunting shapes Discarding all my anger, that ghostly shadow stood Tearing up that place...that space, where my mind sometimes escapes To feel the dancing of a second... something i no longer could And that song, unearthly whisper, deep inside the mind... i feel As if my every hidden devil, is now awoke and starts to crawl From the essence of my will, towards that secret bleeding quill I used to write those worthless rhymes, once, upon, a darkened wall Yet even if it was so sheer, not succumbing to the fear i ripped the drapes, with all the anger, all the rage I could recall And now it stands, so crystal clear, the abomination... would appear Was nothing more, and nothing less, just a mirror on the wall!? Staring deep, in that void of darkness, the liquid world of a silver tear As a ghost inside a bottle i saw myself entombed in dreams And in the depths within the mirror all the rhymes where crystal clear While life’s meaning starts to appear, on the wall... or so it seems Then with hands still clenched in fists of rage, I ripped its frame and smashed the cage That held inside its crystal heart, the thing i was, now torn apart And behind the eyes, the demons screaming, destroyed that void, as if a page Was shredded from my book of meaning, no dancing second could assuage Now the drapes no longer shiver, the mirror lies in pieces Time is still writing, it’s never ending pain The demons fall asleep as the rage decreases Silver shards darken, i guess i’m just insane Again, a second danced, above the time that passed While i guess i was dreaming, it was all in my mind An image to detest, now back to the rest Wordless... worthless... Blind... Somewhere, away, in a life, on a stage a ghost enjoys its starkness Those worlds in words, fading on a page Dead eyes dream of darkness...
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