Neon Dreams

The firefly light
Wrapped in an eternal mist
Embrace so soothing and tight
Hard to imagine what doesn't fit

Compose.
Yourself for another dragging day
Anchored to the left but tied to the right
As the plates diverge and you away,
Pain.

And constantly you catch yourself
Hiding the gate to your crumbling mind
Insecurity just another name on this cluttred shelf,
Even you are afraid of what you will find

Contemplate.
All the implications of insomnia
The undetermined isolation initiating
A gentle sewing of the seeds of paranoia
Reason.

Eyes closed and you float in space
Through aeons of love, pain, and hate,
No matter what dimension or forgotten place
The conflict inside cannot abate

You travel in time through harrowing dreams
Speaking to the Shaman of demonic means
They speak not in lies or in half-truths
But in riddles decoded by elven slueths.

In stranger tiles of fantasy
You bow before It's Majesty,
An unholy breed of heathen fox
Neither man nor woman, not cow nor ox.

Speaks to you in your forgotten tongue
But you remember as a child you were one,
Telling you of fortune and immortal gain
But still that constant inward pain.

And with the liver of a blaspheming Jew
It's Majesty brews a drink for you,
As your screaming throat begs to be wet
You wake up in bed drenched in sweat.

Even thought it can't be real
There's no denying what you still feel,
A persistent, thrashing agony
That begs your mind not to be.

Incisions.
Peel away the rotting flesh
The tender of the bone will tell
Future endeavours and tales of success
Lies.

At the window you hear the call
The incesant pain begging to be nothing at all,
In the adjacent there's something to retrieve
An old loaded pistol acquired to relieve.

The barrel melting into your dry mouth as you heed the call
Beyond tears and clenched fingers, your neon dreams paint the wall.