Obsidian

• Artist: Foxinsoxx
• Description: This is an original poem based mostly on a dream. I wrote it while I was waiting for my next class to start, sitting in a crappy plastic chair in the hallway I suddenly remembered the dream I had last night vividly and wrote it down. This has a slight attempt at surrealism, as well as being pretty vague on the actual topic. If you are interested in my poetry you can IM me and I can send you the link to my blog.
• Date: 01/30/2010
• Tags: obsidian dark dream surreal reality

Lost in my own reality
dimensions trapped,
Obsidian walls gargoyle heads,
no way out
A land formed of black tiles
bubble and fall away
Sharp as insults, fingers on my ankle
Vast trees, lost in reality

White not here, except
the wings of a young beast
a book of lies
an old man with the truth
we are the lies

Stuck here, time is ticking
the clock is passing by
we've been here too long,
with the grinning cat,
and the pot of boiling water

Hooves, breaking ground
cracks of red in the virgin,
obsidian