'Writers are liars by nature, but just because of that, don't discount us. For it is through our lies that we tell the truth. Our stories become the mask.'

Tuesday 21 July 2015

Un-wake...


A tune unfinished... 
Drifts through these hours, 
Of hauntings and leviathans... 
I walked into the Between last night, 
To the place beyond the Long Pale... 
Somewhere near and far from the distance of day, 
The embrace of deepest night... 
Far past what has been left to us, 
This heart that is as foreign to us as a different planet. 

I travel through rooms that are all the same... 
The Arctic has seeped into the still places way below, 
These fingers grey and fractured... 
The cold has teeth, 
And this embrace has knives... 
As we pace in turn to the steps death stalks us, 
An endless dance... 
When Fate, 
Did you choose your fancy to bind these chains... 
The Marrionette you still manipulate, 
When it is broken... 
Still sweet silence, 
This deal struck... 
Of rules to a game we barely knew we were playing, 
These ghost s... 
These endless faces that haunt us in these half hours, 
Oh so sweet the addiction of darkness... 
We reap what we write, 
Not what we sew... 
And now you are to join their number, 
To become what was... 
A dream fading already, 
And lost. 
These hours slowly creep. 
Herre Fate, 
I do not want to dance anymore... 
I don't suppose a truce would be to your taste? 
Though knowing you... 
Youd enjoy luring me in with such a chance. 
You staked your claim over me years passed, 
And till death shall we part... 
This monstrous game, 
Shall go on. 

Here is a riddle... 
Here is an impossibility. 

A long time ago she wandered far away... 
She found her way to a forgotten sea shore, 
Felt the call of the darkness... 
The labyrinth that binds her mind. 

Long ago she decided to leave... 
To walk into the ocean, 
To let the eddies and waters erase and carry away. 

My bunny lies over the ocean... 
My bunny lies over the sea, 
Please won't the waves... 
Bring my bunny back to me. 

Endless miles she was swept away... 
Until something heard, 
Something saw... 
And came for her. 
It dragged her down... 
Amidst the lights that rose up, 
And now she slumbers deep below... 

Open your eyes, 
Be you... 
I see a reflection of you in every image, 
Movement... 
Distraction, 
Book. 

She sleeps... 
She always sleeps, 
And i cannot wake her... 
I cannot wake you anymore.