Magic Carpet

It starts with just one,
You must eventually realize
And someday come to face
That you are the center
Of your own Universe...

Ripping dreams into shreds,
Picking apart the fading ripples,
Wandering in an eternal forest,
Swimming within a vast ocean;
The depths of your heart know no bounds...

It's repetitive, and we've come too far,
Tangled up in spiderwebs,
Little ghostly things weaving through
The corners of our
Labyrinthine mind; an endless wonder...

Everything is coated in oil,
Slipping away...
And I cannot get a grip,
Can't grasp that which eludes me so;
It slithers right through my fingers...

The plush feel of silken fibers
Beneath me as I am eviscerated,
Reappearing, a silhouette in the moonlight;
I'm stuck inside this hellish game
And it makes me so completely sick...

Panic;
I can't breathe,
There is no way out of this prison,
You took me to a place
Where even the dead dare not go...

I trusted you, you hated me,
Devouring my soul with a smile...
Even now it sickens me,
The quickening pulse of your heart,
A foul chambered organ, lost to decay...

It's spinning and we're twirling out of control,
Lost to the dance...
Elusive nature of the beast coming forth,
And I shall never be the same;
Here within feigned, heralded night...

The way the light filters across space,
Resemblant of a time, long ago,
When our souls were separate, and bleakest...
It fills me with a sense of wonder,
And a deep longing for my true home...