obsidianjames

Someone has awoken. In a cold sweat and filled with a suffocating feeling of dread, a man has awoken. Though his heart hammers in his chest, his breathing is steady as he rises and walks quickly through the chamber. His feet make soft whispers as he moves across the darkly tiled floors. He stops at the balcony, the roar of the ocean swell fills the night air as he looks out towards the Tuscan villa. He glances quickly away but there is little point; he has gazed so often at the house on nights such as these that its image is firmly etched inside his mind. Dappled moonlight falls softly upon the chaeteau's marble pillars and granite walls,

Boldly intrinsic, Shaped lines, periodic. Always the same, Creative or tame, Eloquent or lame. Letters of love, Are delivered in the script. Messages from above, Brought in dreams, or from below, Beneath the crypt. I dread the delivered omen, Written in Times New Roman.

I'm sitting in a boat, Thinking of the words I've said and wrote. For I am not quite alone, however much I reek of cheap wine, and bad colonge. There is one near who, until recently, has swum about the depths. A fish dragged down, A king with heavy crown, bowed down beneath its weight. Oh he struggled against the crashing waves, the drunken parties, the late night raves. Deep inside himself he fought, the blood spilt; inner turmoil and damaged thought. This fish, however, has escaped his nets of grief, and swims towards the light. And so now I may smile, with joy and evident relief. My friend, this fish, is going to be alrig

You calm the storm that is my soul you melt the ice that is my heart I need you more than you know You came to me in my time of need You taught me just how to forget While suffocating you helped me breathe Soul, heart, know, need, forget, breathe.

Fly straight? Do that, shall I? But I have no wings and my flight is nigh. Leap into the chasm, leap into the dark, I am no eagle, just the poorly lark.