Epicaracacy

They came from a wasteland slow and lumbering. No, rolling. Like the waves. With... the waves. A shadow against mountains against fog. A nightmare framed with lightning it pressed on. We sat on the edge of the cliff, curious, oblivious, a hint of madness. It was a planet and we were ants, it was the moon and we, the sea, we couldn't see, over blind curiosity. Caught in the landslide we could only hold on, Waiting till the low rumble of disaster left us.Their bodies echoed thin silk,the ripples of their clothing visible if for a second (was that clothing?) We saw horrors in the sheets covering these beasts, screaming faces or monsters press...

What kind of dreamer Clasps a ball and chain while they stick their head in the clouds Imagine a writer exclaiming to the world how books are their passion With their most beloved book in one hand, and a lighter in the other. The bloodcurdling scream as they burnt their library to the ground. And ran in after it to write their last word.I've seen artists accompany the mona lisa to the shredder And musicians snapping records with a guitar. I've seen dreamers fall from clouds so high I'm surprised they could ever fly at all.I've heard of the most beautiful birds getting their wings clipped But I could never have thought when given the shears...

Fireflies were scattered across your face back when Lighting up rooms that otherwise sat in darkness then. Though those lightning bugs couldn't compare to that brilliant smile. It would hide behind friends, parents and teachers for a while. But when I caught a glimpse of those grinning lips, It spread like sunlight, ending the eclipse.A rainbow halo surrounds this brilliant light. Melting the dark clouds hiding from sight. One word would start a wildfire in my soul. My wasteland of a heart becomes whole. Those fireflies now flitter through my veins. Filling up my clouds and evaporating the rain.You've sown sunflower seeds in seeping hearts...

The lightning shook him for months. The cauliflower field in the sky tearing up. An earthquake in the heavens and he was caught amongst. It rained red for weeks on end. Some nights clear but with a horrible stench. Like a gas station, it left a foul taste in his mouth. Although even on those nights red stained the corners of the world Just outside his vision. He jumped from cloud to cloud, his body he would hurl. Not knowing whether he'd hit home or fall.Daylight was never in sight. And the nights, he was a shivering heap. Sometimes the rain from his eyes poured, heavier then the terrifying world around him while the earth snored. He wishe...

The lights flicker above my head.On, off, on, off. Wonder which one will brighten up next. An emerald tint it shines for a day. Colouring each person in a golden grey. Forcing my mind to warp these people in to gods. And shove my face in the dirt to smother the sounds.On, off, on, off. A ruby haze powers my hour. A bull I rush forward for fresh meat to devour. When the world around me is soaked in crimson . I light my own skin and tear at my prison..On, off, on, off. Perhaps a sapphire hue is due. Giving way to flickers of grey the waves strike true. Within this raging ocean are creatures lurking deep. Ready to reer their head the moment a...