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

De Res Extensa

Detached I watch my soul - I left it -
Behind the walls of glamor, shine
I felt so lost ...
... Searching the heartbeat -
Because I think, it was once mine.

And color, forms, spirals ascending -
In time that melts beneath my eye
I'm watching ...
... And the nature's sending,
Too sleep, another firefly.


© 2010 Lith Ium

Monday, July 19, 2010

Ice Eyes

Reflecting ice crystals so dark

In waters dim, and mirrors clear -

In quantum space, virtual sphere

An island on a floating quark.

The picture tainted, storm too cold.

The mirror - an enlightened door -

Reversing words, makes one explore

The soul, the sense, yet so untold.

And now... she prays for tears to split,

The pain in thousand and a thought,

That could engrave lies so long sought -

In ice eyes. With the flame unlit.

© 2010 Lith Ium

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

MonoDiaLogs

00.00

-That spot of a dark red light, is it...

-My blood. My life running away from its window.

-But the light –

-Only illusions of this damned mansion... I can’t remember where...

-Where?

-Nowhere. I can’t find it.

-Maybe you’re looking at the wrong light. You’re looking only at that stupid, dark red, WRONG light...

-It’s my blood, I thought... I thought I’ll never see it and yet...

-You can’t see, you are-

-Blind. How did this happen? If I only could remember where...

-Sssh. The flames. They are around... waiting, I can see them glancing-

-At my eyes. Maybe that is the reason I am...

-Blind. Blink. You’re eyes are wounded. I can’t see your...

-Tears. Why? I think I’m lost. I don’t know... when I've last time entered...

-Through a door? You’ve been going along these walls for ages... Do you...

-I see.

-No.

-I remember seeing once. But only walls. I never really... saw anything else.

-You always have ...

- ...been blind.

-And now the light.

-The dark red light. Do you think I should...

-Follow it.

-But the flames...

-Your eyes are wounded anyway.

-My tears. Where...

-Follow it.

-I’m afraid I might loose my eyes forever. The light – I thought ... I thought it is my blood – the life I was looking ...

-For? For what? You can’t look, you’re not even able to see... But...

-How did I get here? Where was the door? I remember...

-Going through the flames might bring you to the next...

-Door. But I see only walls... And I’m sure that beyond the next door... there too, will be...

-Only walls. Your eyes can’t see anything but walls. They are...

-Wounded. I know that I had them once, my tears. If only I could remember where...

-Close your eyes, child.

-It’s late.

-For you.

-To go through the flames?

-You already did. Now it’s too late.

-For?

-You.

-I see.

-No...

-I’m already beyond the second door...

-And still walls.

-But the flames are now everywhere... I really need my...

-Tears; let your eyes rest, close them.

-I need my eyelids...

-You’re blind anyway.

-And still walls. Only walls... and flames... and my reflection in them.

-Only illusions of this dark mansion. You are blind. Now close your eyes...

© 2010 Lith Ium

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

The Face of Happiness

Happiness is a sound, beyond music and reason,

Beyond words, so numb, - it is like a season

Of a bipolar being, swinging on waves

Of shadows and lights, within caves.

Happiness is a demon, I hate it, I admit.

And often I dream on, trying to outwit

It's web of lies and delusion and sound,

Thus I run away and hope not to be found.

Happiness has a face with round, empty eyes,

And with its bodyless body, it floats above skies,

Like a kite crawling and stealing the light,

From the sun. And you're left with the night.

Happiness is confusion with a hypnotic stare,

It is like the fusion of an abstract affair

With the concrete of thought - or of sin,

It is scary, it's terror and darkness within!

o.O

© 2010 Lith Ium

Saturday, May 8, 2010