Aerethemus RL Love of SilverSyrn's blog: "Hands"

A crimson stream within my dream A night and a night ago, Held within a sanguine gleam deep within its ebbing flow, A body that once was free To walk where he wanted to go. But then was not the time, When a minute seemed like an hour's turn on the clock, With a decade's breath between each tick And an eon's between each tock.

I walk in the shadow of the things that you want to know. Present your bloody wrists and frustrated fists, splatter conventional with crimson defiance. Dance with me, dance in love's cold embrace, romance the bloody stream gently down your face, with the tip of my finger, Fatally Fall With Me. Sit with me as the shadows close in to see souls in shrouded tormented sin, and become mesmerized by the curse of the varied verse that drips from my lips. Sit here with me and see, shadows in awe, Wishing To Be Free

Moods lanquidly shift as from the speakers tunes drift through the smoke permeated the air. Speak on the threat of death and hold your breath for the spead of the road before us has not slowed but bowed towards two transcendent ends. Speak of it and friends shall weap in gloom, speak not of it and we shall enjoy the light of the moon gleeming off of teal metal and chrome while we travel home through nostalgic glimmers of chemically inhanced dreams.

A frown of unhappiness courses across my face drawing heavy lines of separation from a fevered pace. Pounding sounding incessantly, grounding me to the phone as stupidity binds body and soul to a seat, and I wined "Take me, take me, let me leave, give me some reprieve. A day and a day is all I need. Let me rest, Please." I plead. A mocking fool stood on a stool behind me and to the right, and oh what a sight would I see, to see a fool such as he, tumble to the floor laying there sore in pride and in pain. It would entertain the mischievous spirit that rattles its cage threateningly as it battles against boredom and through frustration to be free once again.

Ok, maybe love isn't so bad. It hasn't all been terrible. It hasn't all been sad. Lonely I may be now with lines of depression creasing my brow. But at least I can say I felt the fall, I have lived in love, I have answered the call. I have lived more then most and have traveled from coast to coast. I know what it is like to have lost, I know the price, I know the cost. Here is my time to shine, to reap the world, to sip the wine. For many years it was always for them, never for me. Now its time to provide for my boys and live free.

Marrow grows impossibly slow through the narrow causeways of my mind seeking in usurp conventional thought. A sardonic plea sounds hauntingly through me, Weight on chest, there is no rest lest we jest incoherently about that which we care nothing about. Be done with it now, for I can not allow myself to be taken or foresaken from the bountries of love.

From the depths of the seemless void my soul begins to fall towards the sirine call of your words of a familiar ring. Speak oh speak my angel for a soul that was dead, into it life was fed and now looks foward to another day. Speak oh speak of a jubilant mind though some have been unkind and you chose to stay not to run away from a world of immeasurable pain.

Dream awake sanguine spatter from my eyes as gurgled cries of why issued from her drowning throat. I don't know. Sleep no rest, staunch no blood flow, from her wheezing chest. Strangled question once again why. I don't know, a single tear I cry as miracles no more glimmer her eyes. Fading, fading as she dies.

A death of another dream slowly fades, with the charades of idiocy still echoing in my ear. A dark and lonely fear fills the single crimson tear that traces emptiness along my cheek. What sweet, sweet pain driving me insane, DRIVING ME SLOWLY OUT OF MY MIND! take a breath, don't be week Words I weave from up my sleave but the magic has become hard to retrieve as sustenence is from a diseased breast suckled by an infant deprived of rest. And I, I walk alone as before as a shell of a man wanting more, but will never have it.