Mind Tavern

I make melodies with my mouth, I run these bleeding fingers down south, My heart separates to soothing strings, Oh please help me, hide my fallen wings. I dance around to shades of moonbeam, I serenade your presence in my dream, This darkness escapes my grasp, My ear searches your clap. I made another world today, I gave something, I took away, Please don't abscond me, For my sins in a fantasy. I laughed on the stage again, I played with my pain, For the whole world may see my excellence, My simplicity seeks your credence. I put up a face to fight, I hid my debilitated might, Beneath those inebriated bandages, My existence dwells in your cages. I saw this empty orchestra, I was dressed in magenta, Were you standing behind that blinding light? Did you come to bless my plight? I lied to you now and then, I professed the impossible and made it happen, My tricks vanished with your fascinations,  My reality is your aberration.  I removed my facad...

They reside, Etched on eroded epitaphs, Baiting us with beautiful lies, Whilst stifling cries. Those derelict playthings call out, From closets and playgrounds, They speak of dusty sessions and carefree scoldings, Of small worlds and large wishes. Stray reflections on dirty windshields, Ridicule a conveniently erased past, Shrouded with new fascinations and jubilations, Lay decomposing oaths and affiliations. A cradle sways in the dark, As two sets of eyes gape at each other, Nerves connect as fingers intertwine, Soothes the clogged pathways of the mind. Two existences separated by eternity, Life pleads to dormancy, Contends lost adventures and unfulfilled promises, Longs for a break from loneliness. The umbrella hides the cowering creature, From contemptuous glances and ramblings, The rain washes away the mud, But not those haunting contemplatings. The bed trembles at the open closet, Skeletons neatly arranged, Silence remains quiet in fear, As regret...

Do you remember the day? When the heap gave away, Crumbling down as I stood, Even I was rendered damaged goods. Pour some malt through the cracks, And watch as it spills out, The stars look beautiful from a windowsill, The ache muffles you whenever you speak. Empty benches and dry fountains, Cold gusts and tattered blankets, Triumphant endeavors and bolstered hopes, Those painful melodies ringing in heart holes. How long will you sit there? And bear the scrutiny of unkind eyes, Oh, foolish mind, you murder yourself behind closed doors, Over afflicted horrors and lost causes. How long does it take? To strip down all those deceitful layers, Those masked truths, those dark mirrors, Do the tears help? Or do they just aggravate? Running through your shallow veins, Of different colour and make, Illusionist in function, numbing in effect, A bed of pitiful expulsions it lays. These same veins bleed out ink, On papers dirty and clean, Of intimate words and excru...

I rattle this cage in the dead of the night, As I gape at the morbid guard, Towering walls suppress my plight, As darkness topples me with its might. Light turned his back on me, Many a moon ago, The stale air suffocates me, The silence drives me mad. I weep and wail, I scream and call, Until those chides turn me solemn, And I hysterically laugh. Label me this and tag me with that, Dope me up until I can’t talk, These are murky waters you send me to, Unbeknownst of how I may return. Oh look, what a beautiful night it is, Something to celebrate, Startled at this sudden change of scene, The mind craves familiarity. Where did my pain go? This void feels intolerable, Eyes dash in search for anguish, Because agony is better than vacuum. Love knocks on the door, But I turn it away, Because revelries do not dwell in dreadful shanties, And the dead do not wish for rain. I follow this desolate road, To where it may take, Into the belly of frozen hellfire, ...