+ Mad Hatter 10/6 +

+ We were waiting at the gates to the beat of the clock. Waiting for the train with the tick of the tock. He was winking his eye down in the blotter as his face dissolved in the water. He slipped down the tubes, slipped down the slide. Swallowed him whole. Now he's inside. Running quickly by an intent look in his eye. Run through the tunnels with colors passing by. Enjoy a new glass of tea. Observe this world you see. Scenery is manifesting, it’s morphing fluidly.

Open minds. Open doors. Sinking into the carpeted floor. So fluid the waves fall. Starring at the dripping-melting walls. Unstable. Fixated. With these blue eyes so dialated. Unreal. Abstract. You made the choice to never turn back. In this style 10/6, what now? What comes next?

Still on this trip to the beat of the clock. Hours have passed with the tick of the tock. 10 hours 6 minutes all in this style, with a card in his hat all of the while. Unstable. Fixated. With these blue eyes so dialated. Unreal. Abstract. You made the choice to never turn back. In this style 10/6, what now? What comes next? On the other side of the glass where these psychedelic hours pass. How long will this madness last? So far 12 hours have passed...

Or maybe it was eleven hours?

We enter the depths of the darkened shadowed halls. Lead by soothing voices, the distant spirits call. Like the wave of fire from the blowing autumn leaves. A wave of chilling darkness quickly rushes over me. Lying on a frozen tomb with a transcendental shroud. Eyes sense something moving in the black and purple clouds. Open eyes to see the weather patterns form. Starring at the sky. The blazing firestorm.

Calling to the rain to cleanse our restless soul. Taken to the sky through a glowing open hole. Meeting lucent fugres eminating light. Faceless in the darkness. Faces made of light. Deep voices from inside speak out from within. In the sea of endless darkness a phantasm begins. In a quiet place so close, but so very far away. Hear the voices tremble as the static fades away.

Unveiled imagery with surreal transparency. Look into the mirrors through everyone we see. This surreal catharsis happening to you and me unfolds the book of empty pages with total clarity. Satchitananda. Satchitananda. Satchitananda. Unfold the book of empty pages with total clarity.

Not found on pages of black and white. This is an ashen chapter of dusty eyes. In these thin lines we are grey. Seen so many angels fall from grace. We watch their pulses fade away. From this far away station we watch the trains. A broken record skips in repeat. Stabbed five times backwards before defeat.

This is a dirge in decay after you have gone away. In the end they will sing this elegy.

In the distance down the drain. We lost the tickets to board the train, but these abandoned letters still remain filled with inkblots and disdain. Black out respirator memories sway through out this reddened sea. Twisting all of the surface patterns. It hollows, it hollows me.

This is a lament of chalk out lines:

"Underneath the growing leaves beyound the stretch of clouds. You see the rain dissipate asking why and how the flowers in the mourning mist squint their weary eyes. Waking up is not real. Let go to hold the sky. Standing close to the edge, he played Russian roulette. In this devastation our eyes are smeared and wet. Reflections scarred on our hearts from this garden torn. In remembrance of these past times gone all we can do is mourn."

With smeared eyes we dissipate to the sound of rain on our face. Grey skies surround, all around. It lights the tree's dripping to the sound. Falling from the sky as we close our eyes in the soundtrack of our lives.

I feel them touching me. Finger painted shades of red. Dripping on my knee's painting new eyes in my head. I'm reaching for the world and it rips my flesh apart. A quickly fading spectrum. A quickly paling heart.

In a moment of this life we watch the rain outside dripping off our homes while we bleed inside. Frozen blue and grey starring paralyzed within the threatening shadows of black clouds moving in. Deep the blackness enshrouded deep inside, evaporating figures coalesce and reside.

Shouting in the darkness. Voices gone unheard. Frozen faces motionless never spoke a word. Within sorrows arms we quickly fell together. As the seasons change, this is changing weather. In a tomb of secrets there is nothing to hide. So take away this sacred heart with all the pain inside.

Footsteps echo through the hall. Tip toes through the night. A solitary frozen whisper kills the candle light.

My body shook so fast. I couldn't reach within my grasp. As the jester motioned wearing a feathered mask. Lying on the floor on a gigantic checker board. We lost our grip and fell through the trap door on the floor. God's eyes watched as we quickly fell from grace. I then made one last smile with my pale and frozen face. Porcelain figurines collapse like falling shards of glass. Shattered faces on the floor will finally die at last.  +

 

~By DamianDior
[Tragic Black// The Decadent Requiem]