Winter Wood

[this is an excerpt from one of my dreams]

The crimson skies

above a haven of lies

black-clouds and grey cloak

he descends with a cold smirk

the clouds squeal

yes they do,through dying eyes

the kid's time had come

the kid had lost his woman to the world

the kid's time had come

his insides decaying with time

he asked the kid

-"last prayers,wishes,any?"

-None

I could wish to stay

I could wish to grow and gray

I could wish for her to be all mine

I won't

my words,they must explode in the moronic heads

my integrity,it must not shatter like how insufficient it is

my ego,yes my ego,must be resurrected

and then,her eyes must coruscate,brim with tears,

don't let them wither.please.

tears of joy,though,must shine when the kiss of sun supersedes her

tears of joy ,to quench my acarpous soul

tears of joy,she must move on like the wind.she will.

tears of joy,f heaven exists,her eyes are those

-Kid,hell exists everywhere

heaven somewhere,its all in you.

-No,soul-less thing,you don't get it,do you?

I want to be a tree,strong,broad and free

with the stationary irony

I want to embrace them,with my shade

as clean as black

I want to accept the him-whoever-whenever

and the her-the-her

I want to be a tree in their orchard

with their fruits of happiness which could have been mine

with their moments which could have been mine

with her love which could have been..well..

I could wish for it all...it wont come true.

my wished,without the veil of elegance

I wish I could cry,I laugh

I wish I could laugh,in this excruciating pain

yes,I have a wish,leave my spirit

to the world,let it be a wanderer

-Oh KID!..oh puerile THING!

get me some money,whisky and dope,will you?.I'll set you free

-I'm Underage for any of those,not 20.just fucking take me with you!

-you belong here,rainbows belong to the world

you belong here,the rainbow will meet another rainbow

you belong here,you belong here

but love does not belong to you

ditched by death,ditched,ditched over and over

oh the count? lost to oblivion

the woman?yes! what about the woman?

some kisses leave behind an eternal scar

NO MORE WOMEN,if not her.

He hoped someday the sun would smile

after all,dear,the cliche is that its day after night

with or without life.