The Legends of La-La Land

I had never seen such a filtered gaze,
Bisected at first glance,
The pieces turned to stone and crashed,
At the feet of medusa and her bladed eyes,
Picturesque in umbers and ivories,

Every last look was lethal.

She held inside her many faces,

Brine more pure than any ocean,

Bound to float amidst the waves,

Beached those who would breach her depths,

Unaware of the reflecting constellations, 

Poseidon coveted for more than Amphitrite.

Pharaonic glyphs carved in her flesh,

Buried within lost labyrinths,

Rested in your simple tomb,

Your insides pristine and as real as the rest,

Glaring red on your wrists and chest,
Raising those susceptible.

Little red slayer of wolves,

Was swallowed whole to rest in the warmth,

A tiger laced with stripes and stars,

Escaped and bushed the forest vermillion,

Under the hood laid a competent beast,

With cries and roars mistaken for melodies.

Heroines bow strung tight with riddles,

Quiver stocked full of cherubs tips,

Earned from the rich to pierce the poor,

And aimed with such precision,

Accepted the volley and crumbled at her feet,

The fortunate skewered in sentiment.

Riding or robin was never the question, 

Regardless this maiden might kill me,

Guide me realms unknown by most,

And choose me to be slain,

The description of angel to modest,

This was a Valkyrie too sweet in her embrace.

No single myth could capture your story,

All these unimaginable things and more.

What I Might "Need"

Out here trading vices,
One constriction for another,

Bound to the business of addiction,

An inescapable stock,

Weighted round my arms and neck, 

Embracing what is thrown my way.

Charred Coffin of Chains

My only pure and shameful ambition,
Is striving for the final aspect of these blueprints.

I cant remember not yearning for the iron curtains close,
The lid pressed down on me and sealed tight,
To feel warmth enough to melt me down,

I lit up these different sources as substitute,
Oblivious that they might be used to bind me on ignition,

I became a hollow screaming forge begging for fuel,
Reality would cool me down to the frozen ground,

Resisting the thaw of my ironbound prison,

As I was barely contained in a broken mould,
I became an architect to greater designs.

Spent a decade smithing this mortal coil,
Pressing past and ignoring its impurities,
Only to find it compromised by my tempering,
The links bound to me began to weigh me down,
Those same circles formed into twisted chain links,
And I could not steel myself against their frigid touch,
As I looked beneath me I could see no end, 

I heard the melodic clanking as i was dragged down,

Grating my flesh into something easily buried,

Finally.

Audrinary

Spoken too with crescents and hypotheticals,

A light enough to guide these butterflies,

An old forgotten spark to burn them on ascension,

Your very being summons swarms straight from the ashes.

From your lips slip the subtle words of the breathless,

Each one tailored between teeth for an addicts pallet,

I drowned in the consumption of this euphoric babble,

Yet my mind remained as lethargic and empty as my lungs.

Enter a scent so sweet I forgot my own miasma,

Blew down the fort I built from smog and smoke,

Open to this new red veil that falls over my pupils,

Enthralled by an essence that stagnates me in my frenzy.

Little lives you created from the cardboard cut-out,

So easily sliced when the blade never dulls,

Left a trail of sightless wielders in your wake,

Not even the darkness could take these patterns from me.

Cannibalized the tail to seem smaller than you are,

Still able to ensnare with the tales you collected,

The fables described the block of stone that remained,

Prophecy into a reality as you laid each brick before you.

Twitching limbs suspend us in every temporary moment,

Those ticking hands held tight around my face,

I was displaced amidst inconsequential eras,

And even they ground slowly between our layers of cogs.