The product of a sleepless night.
"Disillusion" -- for Charles and Oscar
I feast on the carrion of dreams unlived. They fall through wanton minds to the ocean floor too concerned with their Ideals to live true Beauty. These minds -- no matter how impassioned their dreams -- forget the blood and sweat of the unconcious. Thier own unconcious -- that forges the more-than-hopes and the inevitable less-than-actions. Disgrace!
The blood churns out of the forgotten hearts of men long past. I drink my fill and They are me. And, oh! the sweat. I bathe in the waste and filth that my Heroes discarded.
Their disgrace will be my own, in time. The future kills these futile dreams, and I am left to convert on my deathbed.
Ne vous vous inquiétez, chers messieurs. Je vous adore tout de même. <3
I feast on the carrion of dreams unlived. They fall through wanton minds to the ocean floor too concerned with their Ideals to live true Beauty. These minds -- no matter how impassioned their dreams -- forget the blood and sweat of the unconcious. Thier own unconcious -- that forges the more-than-hopes and the inevitable less-than-actions. Disgrace!
The blood churns out of the forgotten hearts of men long past. I drink my fill and They are me. And, oh! the sweat. I bathe in the waste and filth that my Heroes discarded.
Their disgrace will be my own, in time. The future kills these futile dreams, and I am left to convert on my deathbed.
Ne vous vous inquiétez, chers messieurs. Je vous adore tout de même. <3