It works wonders not going mad.
Screaming out like Renfield, while something manifests,
tasting of strawberries, tomb dust.
Billowing clouds of mist, red in form,
bringing sweet scents of
lilies, baby's breath.
Voices of heavenly creatures speaking, rushing through inky veins.
One little devil- alluring,
winter's paradise in summer.
Reaching out from the darkest corners of thought.
Multiplying demons in midday blue.
Naught else.
Relishing in mad joys, rivers of blood hammering.
Perhaps embracing one embodiment of pleasure.
Manifestation of mystery power has come.
There's light of heaven's dawn, lurking tide of midnight.
Coming are demons in midday blue,
come to haunt,
and lure.
"Leave thoughts in light. Leave,
come here.
Come.
Come."
Enticing like warm fire,
yet your skin is carved from deathly ice.
Undead ghost, drawing nails
'cross my arm,
Thrilling, beyond belief.
Still, emotion can't be sure.
Stand inches from ruby lips,
against beacons of snow skin.
Eyes, shining of dragon's scale.
Beautiful,
and ever without life.
It's only demons in midday blue.
Consummation…
is a second
away,
from blissful
finish.
Smells of dust…
of old attic.
Touches of glory may only cure,
of this affliction.
Just one taste of sweet poison on those lips,
scorching in summer's power.
This image of perfection, ravishing life,
in devilish shells.
Then memories of piercing eyes becomes
unwelcome.
That scent turns to wild rose,
Oh,
oh,
such voluptuousness.
Spreading hawthorn to all corners, impossible to overcome.
Such are eyes of demons in midday blue.
Thinks welcome is at hand.
Want- desire- consumes
consumes,
Breathing humans under coffin's lid wishing for daylight.
Angel of Reason struggles under fire,
all deaf to its ghostly scream.
Beautiful pleasure, plucking melodies of bloody lust,
until…
until the mist swirls,
sickeningly seeps
'cross traces in flesh.
Till blood is drawn
where from, proves unknown.
Reason has only just returned.
And its halo has died.