Creation

As usual...another little something derived from my nonsensical mind/humor

When there’s nothing to abide,

Nothing to rattle or shake our dreams,

No demons to make us run and hide,

No angels to sing us fast asleep.

It’s a cold and lonely world…

It’s dull and useless.

 

So, people, gather your faces,

Paint the earth with your flesh,

Tie down the clouds with shoelace,

Then choke the sky till it turns blue.

Tidy up the butterflies,

Remove the tumors from fragile wings.

Delicately bind them to lies

To levitate pitiful fallen angels.

 

When there’s nothing but the sun,

Nothing to hide us from the light,

We’ll stitch our shadows as one

And veil the sky till bored of night.

Our skin no longer sunburned…

We’ll use what’s left to create a moon.

 

So, people, gather your faces,

Paint the earth with your flesh,

Tie down the clouds with shoelace,

Then choke the sky till it turns blue.

Tidy up the butterflies,

Remove the tumors from fragile wings.

Delicately bind them to lies

To levitate pitiful fallen angels.

Author's Note

I imagined the singer Voltaire singing this...so whenever I read this piece, his voice always plays inside my head XD

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

MOTORHEAD would make this an AWESOME COVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Jean]

Awesome piece. :) I love the diction you use and the metaphors you come up with in your writing. It creates a mind blowing image.
Keep it up. :D