Friday 10.05am

Allow the muse to whisper

Serenity

Kisses me lightly on the forehead

Tracing an indelible scar

Left from before this time began

 

Serenity

A reminder of a peaceful time

Caressed by the wings of an angel in black

Tears welling in a forgiving eye

 

Serenity

I forgive you my brother

My sister

For the wars have yet begun

 

Serenity

Watching the slow flicker of a candle

Cast refractive suggestions

Into a severed mirror 

 

Serenity

Listening to the forever

Clack clack

The rusted blades of a ceiling fan slicing the thin air

 

I had dreams

They left on a feather

Darkened by the shadows

Cast to the winds on my fetid breath

© 2013 Adrian AIDZ Giannini

 

Tuesday 7.05am

The muse watches over me

Its cold

With the blackness that shrouds me

I lack the glint of the stars

 

Its cold

Frost settles in whispers upon the mantle

Dust lifts as a frozen vapour

 

Its cold

Thoughts drift like the turning of pages in the breeze

Settling on the closing chapter

 

Its cold

Lacking focus I clasp the morning air

Seeking not knowing

 

Its cold

Spiders walk my spine

I cannot brush them away

 

Its cold

My reflection appears slowly

Masking the hollow shell

 

Its cold

Words freeze on a vipers tongue

Leaving their mark on the parchment

 

Its cold

Skin grotesque etched in acid

Lips purse to kiss the dark scent

 

Its cold

As time slows and grips my soul

Heavy eyes fall and a mind succumbs 

 

 

© 2013 Adrian AIDZ Giannini

 

Monday 6.59pm

I check the time while the muses sings in my ear

 

The obvious trick is to keep breathing

Darkness weighs as heavy as water Im submerged in

Im so tired 

I fidget as the passing vehicles splatter surreal lights over the walls

Appearing as spotlights hunting, forever hunting

Colours diffuse in various shades of luminescence

If I tried hard enough Im sure I could taste it 

The little bit of vision that remains

Holds steady on the unturning door handle

Scratched with decades of another’s using

Silently I watch

The roars of the outside world fails in their efforts to be heard

I know their there

Passing without believing 

Simpletons following false dreams

I hear their screams

Scatchings mark time on the walls

As does my name

I wrote that, when?

Time eludes all consciousness

Blending into parallels 

Until I drift into death again

© 2013 Adrian AIDZ Giannini