I close my eyes... <br /> <br />the teasing fickle flames of my imagination <br />illuminate glimpses of nights tattooed canvas of dreams <br />where incubi and succubi hungryly swarm to devour <br />the echos and reflections of the passing day <br />like ravenous carrion birds feasting upon the fallen <br /> <br />deep within the labyrinth of the minds eye <br />my passions and nightmares are the tempremental artists <br />surrealists constantly creating a panorama of delusions <br />who's paint is the life blood of my angels and deamons <br />given form in this black mirror of my twisted soul <br /> <br />here seductive icons of hidden desire fight for my attention <br />while envisioned ideals are torn apart by the madness of regrets <br />and fear comsumes me as it whispers relentlessly in my ear <br />all bound within ghost like memories of torment and anguish <br />as random illustrations painted upon the walls of my mind <br /> <br />i close my eyes...but i can still see...<br /><br />Peter Madden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-close-my-eyes-21/
