To fly like a bird would be captivity; trapped inside a gilded cage at the whims of greedy humans that sought to ruin what the Mother had created. But to fly as a dragon - a spiralling, chaotic death that appealed to him, to the ill-fated poet and artist whose ending would no doubt be untimely. Such was the way of the artistic world.
Verdilac's mind. May contain profanity, mature content, etc. Short thought extracts; poetry; lyrics.
What're you doin' here, huh? Why're you here? You don't want me. You want more. Always more. Well then, little firefly, I'll give you more.
Woman
hey, woman! remember you said you'd go down?
that's right, by the fire!
remember you said?
well you promised now - can't turn back!
one little pinch and a helluva smack
woman! down on your knees!
woman, you're so hard to please.
County Jail
well we're goin' to the county jail
droppin' the soap and a well-well-well
we're goin' to the county jail
man I'd rather stay in Hell
Sever Me
Wow, I'm sick of crude faces in the dark
Twisted smiles upside-down with dazed immunity
Seeing the world around them through rose feathers
In their corporate world they forget what it means to be alive
I want tulips in my garden and in vases all around me
I want to see the wildlife again as it was, not as it is
The evening sun casts glamorous light upon the hills, sure
But the valleys, they stay masked by the night
Rocks tumble to the ground below and open pale pupils
True nature unfolds and crumples like wet paper
Dry brains spilling out onto the battlefield as they pump our minds
And hide the past away in books and behind screens
I'm sick of liars and the twisted two-faced mongrel that prowls
Coming night after night alone in my bathroom with a faceless demon
Death makes a mockery of those that went to war
And war in turn makes mockery of sweet, everlasting death.
Very fond of this and looking
Thaaankyou Tera c': Sad that