Ophelia

Ophelia

clouds blue blur and burn
horizons rolls 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 backlight lies
bursting at the seams

NOT TO BE IT IS NOT TO BE
BURIED ALIVE NOT TO BE

dawn - a rout of doubt
blood circle of alibis
the veil is vain discreet the shame
but for a screamed sigh

victim on consignment
unto an angry god
crawl in the face
of your own damn odds

NOT TO BE YOU ARE NOT TO BE
DON'T LOOK AT ME YOU ARE NOT TO BE
NOT TO BE IT IS NOT TO BE
TURN FROM THE WALL IT IS NOT TO BE