on a lost path with twisted trees
no hazards or picket signs marking
their dangerous territories
often loved but not forgotten
hopeful to revolve in shattered schemes
the blueprints of hands that touched
the shame which now perceives
a perfect darkness with tinted trees
she's looking into the window
at the dark dream-like horizon
and the double that split once
a new incarnation, no destination
save the twisted trees
and she has no memories
is this the delusion
life in this confusion
just deny it, to herself, she says
look out there...just mangled babies
bodies hang from angelic tapestries
and this double knows no self
save the voice that exists
accept the double who calls and she
believes this is not sane to hear voices
to escape the collision
now she's here, now she's there
No she is not there
an acceptance of her mirage
soaked the insane to life
oblivion, catch me now please
i'm growing twisted dreams
of trees that grow with no emotion
twisted in his perfect design
She won't accept it
It's not mine!
magnolias surround her
sometimes he finds her
suspended in animation
who was her creator or
her master of design?
don't be afraid to speak
you may be me but
you are also free
to sign....
sweetmadness