nothing

A moments ghost was dancing while worthless time was passing

In a dream full of shadows... dust and distant calls

And the hour was advancing, with my wordless rhymes cleansing

That pain the time was writing... etching on the darkened walls

i woke up with the illusion of an ephemeral intrusion

To see a shape of pure darkness unfolding in the drapes

Those shrouds that hid my world, swirling in confusion

With a soothing sigh of silence, as of songs on aging tapes

Now all those demons screaming, with whom my dreams where teeming

Hid behind the iris, of a glowing, dying eye

And i’m not sure, anymore, if i was only dreaming

Of those silent songs and echoes, which the moving drapes imply

But the specter was still there, its song was gently flowing

And an iris fuelled by demons was sparkling like a jewel

While the frozen blood was boiling, and the rage inside me growing

i shouted in the darkness:... stop moving you fool!!

But in the motion of the drapes, still invoking haunting shapes

Discarding all my anger, that ghostly shadow stood

Tearing up that place...that space, where my mind sometimes escapes

To feel the dancing of a second... something i no longer could

And that song, unearthly whisper, deep inside the mind... i feel

As if my every hidden devil, is now awoke and starts to crawl

From the essence of my will, towards that secret bleeding quill

I used to write those worthless rhymes, once, upon, a darkened wall

Yet even if it was so sheer, not succumbing to the fear

i ripped the drapes, with all the anger, all the rage I could recall

And now it stands, so crystal clear, the abomination... would appear

Was nothing more, and nothing less, just a mirror on the wall!?

Staring deep, in that void of darkness, the liquid world of a silver tear

As a ghost inside a bottle i saw myself entombed in dreams

And in the depths within the mirror all the rhymes where crystal clear

While life’s meaning starts to appear, on the wall... or so it seems

Then with hands still clenched in fists of rage, I ripped its frame and smashed the cage

That held inside its crystal heart, the thing i was, now torn apart

And behind the eyes, the demons screaming, destroyed that void, as if a page

Was shredded from my book of meaning, no dancing second could assuage

Now the drapes no longer shiver, the mirror lies in pieces

Time is still writing, it’s never ending pain

The demons fall asleep as the rage decreases

Silver shards darken, i guess i’m just insane

Again, a second danced, above the time that passed

While i guess i was dreaming, it was all in my mind

An image to detest, now back to the rest

Wordless... worthless... Blind...

Somewhere, away, in a life, on a stage

a ghost enjoys its starkness

Those worlds in words, fading on a page

Dead eyes dream of darkness...