Dreaming of Elysium.
I dreamt of a beautiful painting, now I cannot remember
I dreamt of beautiful music, now I cannot remember
So much is lost in callous ruination
Form ancient child, dream, dreams and rage.
Like a satyr’s dream
Fresh spring remembered
Aromatic memories green
Lovingly tendered
Now savage whistle scream
Shrieks lost uncensored
Licking soft white cream
From shortened limb dismembered
I dreamt of a beautiful painting, now I cannot remember
I dreamt of beautiful music, now what is to remember?
So much is lost in hateful regeneration
Rage ancient child; scream your screams and calm.
