dreams and realities...lol

Man and his tools

Love, power, thrill, steel, satisfaction.
Blood on the floor - blood beating in your ear.
To forget your inherent imperfection
or to make an angry statement clear -
there is a special kind of beautiful things
feared by fools, by fowls and by deer.
Man fears them not - he lives on what they give him:
a brief sensation of having lived at all -
then the freedom from a drained existence
the fools would keep him in, behind a wall.

Jealous

It's an ugly little snake, I tell you,
its silver coils wound 'round my heart,
its green eyes sparkling in the night -
hear it whisper if you let down your guard -
forever companion to the lowly-born,
its fangs in flesh embedded like a thorn...
Envy: the bane, the drive, the motivator
behind every scheming villain, scary scepter -
that snake awakens at the sight of lead,
and feasts on the legions of the dead.

Respect your elders

Your frailty feeds my wrath -
I hear you wheeze and see you crawl -
you're nothing but vermin
and your diseased world will fall
under death's triumphant wings.
I despise your weakness
and the feeble thoughts it brings -
I wish to set your eyes on fire
to make you see all things
other than your disease
that you worship with each moan,
ignoring me and the world,
babbling in monotone...
Prisoner of your body,
you have become the jailer of my mind.
It's nothing but hatred
that your condition has left behind.
I have shown you the open door -
coward, why don't you use it?
Is your wit so dulled,
that life's false hope still fools it?
Or you're enjoying this -
using your pain to chain me?
But the door is still open -
it's my way to be free.

Revolver girl

Like an acolyte thirsty for a blessing,
in front of her white feet I kneel down -
from behind her, the sun is peering at me,
as if she wore a blazing divine crown.
Delicate hands wrapping around the wood -
six little jewels between dainty fingers -
she takes a steady stance - a lustrous smile
on her face as my last vision lingers.