Ophelia - Numb

Clouds blue, blur, and burn

horizons roll in fast

emerge to peek,

through a battered plastic mask

convenience, contrivance

glass, and steel recesses

black leather, and silk

sweet bleeding heart excesses

Not to be, it is not to be This is your choice, not to be do what thou wilt

called by a name, a dream

and so you are the chosen one

but nothing, nothing seems

give away something

something, something means

no cracking skull, black light lies

bursting at the seams

Not to be, it is not be Buried alive, not to be dawn- a rout of doubt

blood circle of alibi’s

the veil is vein, discreet the shame

but for a screamed sigh

victim on consighnment

unto an angry god

crawl in the face

of your own damn odd’s

Not to be, you are not to be Dont look at me, you are noy to be not to be, it is not to be turn from the wall, it is not to be