Infinity And Phantasmagoric Fantasies

Infinity and phantasmagoric fantasies were my kingdom of dust and decay
A divine refuge where I could fly freely like a fairy
When the storm of fears and dismay came upon me
I craved love and devotion like a thirsty blossom seeking the rain
Nevertheless, what I could find were silver daggers and poison ampoules
Silence was the only sound I could hear in my lonely and endless nights
My beating heart was full of spells and illusions, trying to fill the void with silly desires
Although I had whispered my secrets to the luminaries glimmering in the night firmament

I could listen to the time ticking as it slipped like heavy raindrops
The flickering candlelight kept me warm while my heart sank in the gelid ocean of sorrow
For I was exiled to an evanescent world
Where everything was ephemeral and illusory
And as much as I could cling to false hopes, nowhere was destined to ever become my beloved alcove
For I was fated to wander evermore without any guidance or aim
Quaffing poisoned potions, I fed my soul with venom and fire
Perceiving my descent into the chasm of self-destruction
Having become a fierce sorceress ready for any kind of danger

Lost lyrics echoed in my mind as if they were fragments of my memories
The suspense of my fragility made me shiver like a frosty draught
I got lost in my dreams, dreaming of infinity and phantasmagoric fantasies
For I was a dream myself, mesmerised by the beauty of my own imagination
Shunning the bitter truth that my broken mirrors insisted on screaming at me
All along, I was made of illusions, even though my broken heart persisted in loving chimaeras and ghosts.
Sinking into the infinite abyss of nothingness.
Elisabetta Esther