an older poem, about how different things are then they appear. |
Angels and demons speak to me. They speak of a mask I created so beautifully. A smile for tears Laughter for anger, Destruction for happiness, Behind the mask the eyes hold betrayal. Others must not see what is hidden so deeply. The river bends simply rushing past the rocks Color flows in to the lake. Can’t you see the meaning? Can’t you hear it? The whispers in the air, cold and sweet, bitterly smiling. So sweetly I dream of horrors and fear. I wake with a smile as something dire comes near Trapped by the heart. It’s all within desire. A disease brings health. Life starts death. Angels sing so cruelty. Devils sing brightly. In reality it is the opposite So what is my reality to be? Music is full of color. Paintings are full of sound. It’s what I see. Angels and demons fall into one. Singing a song so beautifully. The air is full of color. A monster protects a child. A child destroys a monster. Isn't it confusing? Beautiful destruction leads to ugly creation. It’s all a deception. All the truth is there if you look Can you see it What is the truth and what are the lies All creatively disgusted. In this beautiful life It’s all the opposite of reality. In the demons lullaby, In the angels hushing words |