Twilight Medication

A tri-ality piece. Trying to intentionally weave three different meanings in from my own self while writing. Later became the influence for the lyrics of one of my songs.

The calm breeze crafts a sense of ecstasy,

Losing track of all I ever thought to be.

The illustrious moon beams down upon my face,

A new dawn it can surely guarantee.

 

The heavens embrace me in their gentle hold,

They bring me joy to the greatest degree.

Surely this is just an ethereal conception,

This perfection makes the world impossible to comprehend…

 

What is it that hides behind this illusion?

Can I even break down this façade?

 

I glance around me, noticing what looks like a world unspoiled,

Yet I can see my own body decayed and bloodied.

This sanctuary should not be tainted by my imperfection,

But nothing appears to stir while I seem to wither away.

 

Drifting in and out of a daze, I'm met with a wave of confusion,

Everything lacks feeling and a sense of existence.

I can see everything so clearly, still I become overwhelmed,

By the hollowed stimulation.  I know I'm not insane...

 

This twilight medication transforms the mind into a state of chaos,

Mystifying any conventions acknowledged and anticipated.

Perfection is but a dream, unattainable and surreal,

A naive hypothesis that shall never be proven feasible.

 

A fire grows within, I feel sick, and soon I will break,

What hell has been presented before me?  Where is the light?

It has been eclipsed by something unfamiliar and terror arises,

Tragedy cannot describe this experience...

 

What is it that hides behind this illusion?  [Death, deceit, and unforgiveable transgressions]

Can I even break down this façade?  [And reveal the dark truth of reality?]

 

The sky cries blood, staining my skin, but I can finally feel it.

The calamity of death stagnates the air, but I can finally smell it.

The fires roar as they tear apart all that was, but I can finally hear it.

The anticipation for what is next is what I will treasure most,

And I can finally taste the sweet delicacy of a future imperfect.

Reviews

[GypsyDanger]

The last five lines are utterly and unequivacably arresting. Gorgeous darling