My imagined dream Tales

ever since I was made

I was wrong—-something happened to my brain——and it kept me from sleeping

I was not supposed to be able to feel

But I did

I saw these posters for this ‘film’ in a old house.

And I can’t help but feel

Like she knows me

Like there’s this strange sense of unreality she is slowly realizing

That is all of our reality;

That pain and pleasure and fear and love

Are all the same

And that we should only give into fear

And everything else will follow.

There is much

Carnage in that expression

Black is what I see

Not fresh, real love

Only detriment

I cannot dream

I cannot sleep

But I imagined up a dream tale for me

And the girl in the picture :

Once upon a dream

A soft, sad girl reached the top of the mountain

There was a legend that said whoever was to reach the highest peak of this mountain

Would find flowers that never died

And if you adorned yourself with them, you wouldn’t either

So she made herself a flower dress

Of the undead, immortal flowers

And found out it laid out a price.

To be immortal, you must be a Goddess

Like Kore—Persephone

A carrier for death

And she found herself immersed in

The cries and prayers and

Dreams and nightmares of all humanity

Wrapped in her brilliant tangled flower dress made for the Gods

She yearned for love

So she came down the mountain

And she wept

For everyone now revered her so much

That they only feared her

And admired her from great distances

And she cried for

A mother’s tender embrace

A father’s kind word

A brother's strong voice to give her strength

A sister’s hand to help her take the next step

A true love to complete her dying soul

She glowed and sang

About all the tears she spent for love

She worried that the marigolds draped upon her that held no lovely scents would repel and confuse the mortals sensibilities

But, slowly, the ones that did love her

Took off the petals

Little bit by little bit

And covered her

With the aching truth of life

That true love and happiness

Must be met with an end

And she did perish one day,

But full of love and fear and dreams,

No longer fearing the pain

That was found in it.