The Small Starling at the Middle of my Labyrinth...

 

 

Ever since I could remember,
Everything inside of me,
Just wanted to fit in (oh oh oh oh)
I was never one for pretenders,
Everything I tried to be,
Just wouldn't settle in (oh oh oh oh)

If I told you what I was,
Would you turn your back on me?
And if I seem dangerous,
Would you be scared?
I get the feeling just because,
Everything I touch isn't dark enough
If this problem lies in me

I'm only a man with a chamber who's got me,
I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.
A monster, a monster,
I've turned into a monster,
A monster, a monster,
And it keeps getting stronger.

Can I clear my conscience,
If I'm different from the rest,
Do I have to run and hide? (oh oh oh oh)
I never said that I want this,
This burden came to me,
And it's made it's home inside (oh oh oh oh)

If I told you what I was,
Would you turn your back on me?
And if I seem dangerous,
Would you be scared?
I get the feeling just because,
Everything I touch isn't dark enough
If this problem lies in me

I'm only a man with a chamber who's got me,
I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.
A monster, a monster,
I've turned into a monster,
A monster, a monster,
And it keeps getting stronger.

I'm only a man with a chamber who's got me,
I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.
A monster, a monster,
I've turned into a monster,
A monster, a monster,
And it keeps getting stronger.

Source: http://www.directlyrics.com/imagine-dragons-monster-lyrics.html

Ever since I could remember,
Everything inside of me,
Just wanted to fit in (oh oh oh oh)
I was never one for pretenders,
Everything I tried to be,
Just wouldn't settle in (oh oh oh oh)

If I told you what I was,
Would you turn your back on me?
And if I seem dangerous,
Would you be scared?
I get the feeling just because,
Everything I touch isn't dark enough
If this problem lies in me

I'm only a man with a chamber who's got me,
I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.
A monster, a monster,
I've turned into a monster,
A monster, a monster,
And it keeps getting stronger.

Can I clear my conscience,
If I'm different from the rest,
Do I have to run and hide? (oh oh oh oh)
I never said that I want this,
This burden came to me,
And it's made it's home inside (oh oh oh oh)

If I told you what I was,
Would you turn your back on me?
And if I seem dangerous,
Would you be scared?
I get the feeling just because,
Everything I touch isn't dark enough
If this problem lies in me

I'm only a man with a chamber who's got me,
I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.
A monster, a monster,
I've turned into a monster,
A monster, a monster,
And it keeps getting stronger.

I'm only a man with a chamber who's got me,
I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.
A monster, a monster,
I've turned into a monster,
A monster, a monster,
And it keeps getting stronger.

Source: http://www.directlyrics.com/imagine-dragons-monster-lyrics.html

Ever since I could remember,
everything inside of me,
Just wanted to fit in (Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh).
I was never one for pretenders,
Everything I tried to be,
Just wouldn't settle in (Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh).

If I told you what I was,
Would you turn your back on me?
 and if I seemed dangerous,
Would you be scared?
I get the feeling just because,
Everything I touch isn't dark enough
 That this problem lies in me......

I'm only a man with a chamber who's got me,
I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.
A monster, a monster,
I've turned into a monster,
A monster, a monster,
And it keeps getting stronger.

Can I clear my conscience,
If I'm different from the rest,
Do I have to run and hide? (Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh).
I never said that I want this,
This burden came to me,
And it's made it's home inside. (Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh).

If I told you what I was,
Would you turn your back on me?
and if I seemed dangerous,
Would you be scared?
I get the feeling just because,
Everything I touch isn't dark enough
 That this problem lies in me...

[Imagine Dragons - Monster]

 

 

 

Long time...?

 

...kiddo, you have no idea...

 

Let me take you aside,

to step aside and step inside...

to wind around the back of eternity with me?

 

Sounds good...

doesn't it?

 

But what does it take,

for a hop, skip and a jump around fate?

 

Step into the waters...

feel them wind about your feet,

watch the girl with the cornsilk hair...

with blue and sand rushing about her feet,

 

Listen to the wail of the seagull...

and the grey hammering its' way through the hollows in rocks,

sounds that echo out from a thousand caverns...

made tiny by the erosion of ten thousand centuries,

of waves and beating and waaves...

we wave,

goodbye as the ship sets sail...

 

for untold shores.

 

We polish the shells we collect every day,

with the tears we shed every night...

for we dance and we dance,

till our shoes are worn to wisp...

and we are walking on bare bone,

tonight.

 

I listen to the breeze...

and I listen to the silence,

now and again...

and I hear the static,

cold and clear in my head...

and the limbs that move in that wavering fear,

reaching out across airways...

and attics and beneath archways,

below doorways and nooks and crannies...

have you ever been in a nook?

have you ever been in a crannie?

 

The wind it howls...

the wind it screams,

around you and me...

Follow me across the dead leaves and moss,

and through the strange sounds creeping with the breeze...

we hear our true name,

through this forest of decay...

we can feel our feet and our souls,

being devoured by the acid here...

it eats away at the walls of our mind,

until all that is left trembles or fights...

and so we fight,

and scream and rage...

as the day reaches further around us,

its' arms like spindles and spiders...

and we toil and gain,

greed slathering diamonds upon our teeth...

to recall our name and rejoice in our shadow,

and fame...

while meanwhile our bones melt,

and we can no longer run...

and finally we embrace the gold at its' end...

we pass through this forest,

this darkness...

this gloom,

and soon we are stepping out...

into a most peaceful kind of night,

and then first morning light.

 

I drove against a wind tonight...

I swam against a river,

I boarded a ferry covered in tea lights...

and set sail down its way,

as the ghosts creaked in the wood about...

and the carp nibbled away at our hull,

we hummed and drank...

glasses of light and warmth,

as the darkness huddled closer still...

and the heat of the day lingered in our blood,

upon our windowsill...

we were carried across a universe or two,

on a hundred different wings...

and a sail to guide us to you,

to the new...

where the lazy eye peers from wicker chairs beneath the sun,

and the sea whispers...

and the waves extend through our soul,

and we feel the sand moulding with our toes...

and a distant figure,

at the very farthest point of the beach...

waiting patiently for you there,

with a silent breath in...

you walk forward.

 

  Hi there,


   I have been away in the story DreamTime...listening to old rumours and memories. Even some echoes...at times. I felt fear the other week, and last night I was swept and torn away by the midnight wind: as I rode back home on my electric bike.

  I have had to recreate my facebook account and everything else.

Of wondrous things...I went to Dracula's the other night with a friend. I dressed in my black corsette and wild-things skirt, laced heels and freaky hat. Also went crazy with the black garish warpaint on my face. Found the man in the red feathers and with brilliant eyes intriguing and went home drunk. Scared an old man in a nearby car by drinking the cocktail blood-bag I took home from Dracs... hehe...

   I also finally got a medallion of my own.

Much Love,

   Miss CLScarlett xx

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 



The Crying-Mask and the Blade Held....

 

'They are waiting for you...'

 

A figure stands at the end of the street,

with a smile like a knife...

and a heart fashioned from lead,

You walk closer...

and the stones echo your intent,

he beckons you nearer still...

 

'They are waiting for you,'

the figure whispers into the breeze...

'tyrants and kings have gathered,

and now the only missing piece is you...

For the Sinister Meeting Room calls,'

 

Mechanical noises boom from the sky...

and as you stand before him,

ash rains down...

'We are standing amidst a war' he proclaims,

to you as your clothes are smudged black...

'the whole of the world,

turning backwards and In...

we must run,

we must run...

now,

Lest the stars die while we are still watching...

and the streets break apart,

so come with me now...

and soar.'

 

The figure spins away from you and grabbing your arm he climbs,

far up the tallest light pole...

his nimble footsteps ringing in time,

Once at the top you sway and stare...

as the figure he roars and then slams his fist down,

The light pole upon which you balance...

suddenly splits in two,

and a world of colour seeps out...

as he grasps your hand and pulls you through,

leaving the earth you know behind...

 



Chaos and mayhem,

colour and dark...

fill your mind to the brim,

as you travel past the secrets...

held by the Sinister Meeting Room,

He shows you things...

wonders of old,

of the octopus that exists at the centre of it all...

swirling and stretching at the farthest point of the universe,

He shows you the bones of the earth...

and how the music they make is the beat of a drum,

and he spirits you across ten million waves...

until eventually you arrive at a curtain,

that sits by itself amongst the clouds...

He ushers you in,

with a nod and a wink...

and the darkness of night consumes you full,

Then you are greeted...

by the theatre at the centre of the puzzle,

you fall into place...

as hands are raised to applaud you,

You sit down amongst a people of no number...

of faceless faces and grins that sift across the shadows,

to you...

The smallest of fish float luxuriously about,

and you feel a wale stirring within your own thoughts...

 

It dives and bends,

filling the spaces with words that are foreign,

as a single figure with a crying mask stands to address...

you,

and the others...

'We once dreamt a dream,

though it has been lost to us until now...

the dream was that we dwelt within a mansion,

and the doors...

the windows,

we would lock every night...

do not step too close to the windows,

do not wonder why the air you breathe is cold...

for if too close you step,

then the monsters will grin back...

we locked ourselves away from the world,

yet someone opened a door...

and someone let one of them IN,

We did not know what had been done...

until the cold of that world,

invaded our heart...

now we are trapped in a labyrinth that grows,

and spreads and changes and hides...

who shall break it,

none do know...

but we tend to adhere to the Sinister Meeting Rooms' morals,

to break the illusion...

we must break our own reflection,

and all may be undone...

but who should choose,

such a task?'

 

It is then that you realize...

why you have come,

why you were led to such a meeting...

you raise your hand,

and the crying-mask bows low to you...

and then steps aside,

to reveal a single mirror...

contained within a door,

The crying-mask offers to you...

the smallest of blades,

you do not need to ask...

you do not look at them,

as you lift your knife and aim...

the mirror it shatters with your blows,

and you feel some part of yourself fracturing...

a wind it howls,

and once more you feel the ash of the stars...

and you wonder if it was a wise decision to make,

But by then you have chosen...

your path to take,

and the crying-mask offers no clue...

you turn around,

wondering what is next...

and see at once,

that the Sinister Meeting Room is empty...

 

Save for a familiar voice,

that whistles out to you...

words that imprint on your mind too,

'Travel backwards and unlearn what you have learnt...

know the smiles for the demons they are,

and to escape...

you now know the way,

because it is only by the breaking that you can destroy the illusion...'

 

You see a sign set at the centre of the room,

and as the lights dim you stoop down to see...

 

'The Sinister Meeting Room has temporarily been closed,

and shall be out of action for the next heart-beat...

if you wish to find us again,

Travel deep...

you will see the crying-mask and the smile like a blade,

and we are happy to take you...

far away from here,

for now we have adjourned...

and the theatre plays our soul,

we are unadorned and naked - hidden...

between these million walls.'

 

A flash of light...

scatters your vision,

and you feel a strong hand pulling you back...

through music played backwards,

and ships that sail across the sky...

until once more you are upon that street,

you see ash upon the sidewalk...

yet the stars remain as they are,

and very soon the tiniest of winds...

sweeps down to catch the ashes up,

and you are alone again...

as you walk forward,

a knowledge of Fate within your heart.

 

 My days have become like limbo....
    I have been grounded by Fate, as it were. But I can write...I can write, and that's always the main thing. The important thing. Everything else fades into a grey rumble...and sometimes it's deafening, and other times it's too soft to hear.
   I had a thought the other night, watching one movie or another....all the girls and all the men in romantic films...all movies in fact, are telling the same story in a million and one different ways. I often wonder what would happen if the girl did catch the man, and if the man let the girl catch him. But there is no ending to that story, and I have a suspicion there never will. But maybe, possibly...if things change.

  Much Love,
Miss CLScarlett xx