Embroidered Skies,
of shattered lives,
the Pandora's box still sits;
Reigning supreme as
the Lord of Chaos
rules his throne.
The edge of sanity,
disappearing behind
surreal curtains,
as the daughters of Cassandra
are called home.
and once I was,
and once I was,
But now can be no more.
To live my life by the book of the proper
has stripped me of my rights.
You were there,
and so was he,
and even still he fights.
Delighted in his path
towards destruction.
Why does it feel to hurt,
and love to threaten?
Pandora is happy,
so long as I am not.
And once I was,
and once I was,
But now can be no more.
Life changes,
as diamonds cheapen its banal existence.
And who are you to deny me!
My right,
My right to disrupt your little agenda
planned by the diabolical jasmine
that haunts the air
whenever you are around.
Take her crown,
Pandora won't mind.
Her box will claim it for her,
and husband Chaos,
Her king supreme
will shed your blood for water.
And once I was,
and once I was,
But now can be no more.
I was deception's red clad
maiden once,
To believe that things could change.
And all the pieces of me
that do not fit,
is it you, who will rearrange?
And who are you?
Singing dirges to my bones,
When I have not yet passed.
To basque in our summer's discontent,
I'll be renewed at last.
TC Larke