Sublime Disease

there you sat
with midnight's drift
a man alone
with night's sweet angels
and gentle moved
the heated breeze
revealing sublime disease

as each had coated
all the angles
with words and paint
and promise sweet
such things they say
in midnight's heat
so kind, such love
what a dream
yes, yes, what a dream

their words, their hair
pleasing seemed
even though
its all amiss
from the first whispered kiss
something hissed
and told a tale of love and bliss

wings are broken
hair in tangles
torn stockings
legs a-dangle
claws and teeth
underneath
and yet they keep chanting peace...

and so it goes
you do not see
the story continues needlessly
oh seeker, what do you seek?
to feed the strong to the weak?

round and round
you wonder why
coat the world with pretty lies
on the poster
on the wall
epic quotes drip down the halls

what is hidden
what is drowned
a life thats lived underground
like a feeling
like a sound
the truth is deep
the truth is bound
why something lost
remains unfound

a little boy now
looking up
wonders why
the silence calls
wonders what would woo them all
before their painted faces fall?

soon, he knows
from behind the masks
the darkness crawls
and demon's dance
down the halls
down the street
dance the world
until she bleeds

a little boy now
he wonders still
will they ever have their fill?

there he sat
hands in prayer for midnight's drift
stillness in the heated air
his aloneness
is a gift
as he wonders
as he cries
is there a way
to make it shift?