Adriel

A beautiful green vase once existed besides my bed. It accompanied me in my most beautiful dreams. So green it could have been made of the pure liquid soul of the most perfected trees and leafs. But it’s life began dying out years ago. I paint it and soak it oils and green leafes and liquid life of the trees… for it to shine just for a little longer, just on the outside with the fakest of greens and the worst of lies… only for it to shatter when I come back and watch it break again making me bleed and taking the red of my pain as it’s new tint once rebuild… now shining with pain and wisdom, guiding my nightmares besides my head while I sleep, waiting to fall again and feed of my pained blood 🩸

Slow drops of blood… slowly filling up a golden ornamented cup made out of shiny bones and death. The cup smiles at my tears… crimson red, hurtful like liquid glass running in a slow hurry down my face… cutting and shedding everything in their path. The blood coming out of my hearth dripping silently… one by one it drops red pearls, red… color given by my blood and dammed destiny… imperfect, unusable… my eyes shut strong and then I open them… to find myself in bed once more, waking up in the place I should be able to call home but instead… a place called the grail of red pearls… consuming them from me each time I step in place till Im left with nothing

Like looking at a soft distant light, listening to the sweet melodies of a blue bird or staring at the close river right next to my bare feet… I look, listen and stare at a feeling deep inside the gates of my soul never touching it or reaching for it. Leaving it be… hoping it won’t be only a beautiful dream laughing at my hope.

A distant feeling, as I get new glasses, maps and magic crystals to look for it. Takes me long to realize I never had a chance to get it. That lost jewel, warm and dangerous that can only be obtained by a fool not even looking for it, a drunken sailor in the shore… made to never be found by an expert with maps… one that became too good for any treasure… too amazing… thay was now destined to end all alone, with no treasure, no people, no drink… no life

They say… it’s so right to burn, to dream and fly. But when I burn my skin falls apart, when I close my eyes hoping for a beautiful dream filled with flowers I can see the nightmares… filled with bones… and when I fly I crumble to pieces slowly. So that’s why I tremble now, seeing this small flame within me, I must kill it or it’ll kill me… once more… forever… and even tho they told me to chase this things, when I fall they blame me alone