Anaesthetized

Her mind dreams notes painted in silver,
And doubts the future will arise
The lost emotions, lost within her,
She feels ... anaesthetized.

The world, the wind, seem mere illusions,
Eons went by since life surprised,
With passion, thrill, obsessed infusions,
Her heart ... anaesthetized.

Colors seem cold. They are reflections,
Of light, and she has been advised,
There are no angels, elfs or demons,
Her eyes ... anaesthetized.

Breathing in desert. Sands seal the sound,
Her vision's always theorized,
And though eternal, she has found,
Her lips ... anaesthetized.

She kisses snow. Feels icey mirrors,
And all around -, shadows disguised,
And voices, echoes, frozen whispers,
Her Soul ... anaesthetized.

© Copyright 2009 Lexylith Ium

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Time’s Theatre

Walking on stairs so black and cold,

In nightshade of a moon so bitter,

In arms of marble, you I'd hold...

(I'd read the thought

Your mind would not)

And dream of dark, a critter...

...that seeks the pain, for me to read

With eyes of silver through the light.

And there’s a path. You want to lead -

(Away from time

Within the rhyme)

Me, into a fading night...

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Whispering a song enchanting,

Telling dimensions to split

In her mind, cognitions starting

(To implode,

Then to explode)

In multiverses' perfect fit.

A birth of time, a clock in space

A diamond of ideas.

A figurant in speeding race

(Reflecting

And dissecting)

Who often fails to see us.

© 2010 Lith Ium

Tuesday, August 10, 2010