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| Dirt Tapestry by © chibilunacat Trapped within a web of illusion The truth of dreams is caught Spinning on with wonderment Forgotten all that's taught. Visions of abandonment Developed into fear, Abandoning my one desire To hold my love so near. Skipping off to wonder lust A tapestry of dirt Pulled into a pool of hate To scrape and bruise and hurt. Swallowing the shattered shards Splitting tissue's sweet, Chunks of sadness fall like plaster Thumb tacks in my feet. I've felt the taste of sanity And quivered inside my mold, Over spilling laughter droplet's Might I be so bold. Holding on to times that pass And letting go of joy I wonder when I'll ever see Or feel past the plastic toy. A world that lost me, And found a foe instead; I feel the liquid steel unplug- The faucet in my head. A bliss of sadness so forlorn, And blister in pure heat, Misery has surrounded mist Encapture, unleash, and beat. I've watched the wars that So many have fought And laughed to tears Over what was sought. Casualties of permissive junk That tumble through my life That cause my eyes to burn and bleed, And cut like a butter knife. Words escape me, what I saw The tears that invade my thought And when the bell of churches rings It feeds what satan brought. The web of illusion, finally fell, And what of truth of dreams? It's still the same confusing mess That rips insanity's seams. Save me suffering, bumbling plot Show my destined path alight. Fill my questions, gaps, and holes And scream in the dark of night. Hold my hand, and my empty head While I vomit up a filthy mess, And forgive me my madness and my fear And fill my body evermore, supreme forgetfullness. Terra Mae 11/15/2001 |