Waiting for my dreams to wither like dry flowers
Constantly sinking into the oblivion of sadness and dizziness
Unaware of what could happen to my soul
Having lost every hope to save my dreams
Finding my sweet haven in my darkest grief
Slowly avoiding thinking and surrendering to the course of my vicious fate
I let the ocean waves swallow me into the chasms of unconsciousness
To avoid seeing the reflection of my memories in mirrors of shady dismay
The silence of the night lulled me to a deep slumber where I finally could feel peace and gaiety
My idle heart became a frozen stone full of sand and dust
Whilst I wandered in the desolate forest of my fears
Waiting for my dreams to be my only consolation
For I was aware of the evanescence of the stars gleaming in the night sky
Indeed, every single anguish of mine became a tiny leaf that the cold breeze lifted away from my gaze
So quickly was flowing my existence like a tumultuous river that I lost the sense of time
And I remained therefore languid in a garden without flowers or trees
A garden of darkness and shadows where no mortal could find me
My foremost hideaway in which I could flee the hideous threats from the world of reality
I didn’t pay attention to the consequences of my enchanted illusions
Dread and cynicism accompanied me at every step as unwelcome and unavoidable guests
Secrets were locked within me and only nonsense was guiding me in the eternal gloom of my seclusion
In vain I strove to reach out to the moonlight
Nevertheless, I had been cast away too far
Surrounded by nothing but loneliness and bleakness
I was left crying tears made of madness and turmoil.
Elisabetta Esther
Tag: memories
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Waiting For My Dreams
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The Night
The night opens my heart, made of tragedies and memories. Silence remains merely an echo of my anguish.
Sweet is the thought of losing oneself in dreams when they become eternal whispers. The subtle play of revelations and allusions is a gentle kiss of love and passion that time does not disturb.
Light and shadow merge into one another, in an absolute love. The flames of the heart feed on the solitude of the soul beneath the starlight that no longer shines to illuminate, but to recall lost memories.
Endless games between illusion and wonder hide in the darkness of light. My sorrowful and shadowed heart has fallen into the chaos of eternal torpor.
I am a volcano of fire and chaos, surrounded by shadows of anguish and restlessness. My guardians are magical crows and silent hares.
In my solitude, melancholy and confusion are my faithful spectres that never abandon me.
Drowsy and dazed, I find refuge in my silent torpor: the distorted mirrors are the signs of my resignation.
Elisabetta Esther -
Dreams And Chimaeras
Dreams and chimaeras make me forget my worries and anguish.
Surrounded by memories, broken mirrors, and interrupted cries.
I lie languid like a flower stunned by the morning dew.Silence is a sweet melody that distracts me when I no longer understand where life is leading me.
And in the night I hear the sound of loneliness like a sudden omen of abandonment and defeat.The darkness paints imaginary landscapes in my mind.
The sound of the clouds reminds me to forget my name and hang my soul upon the shadows to rest.
Leaden nightmares drag me down into the abyss of despair.Far away I can hear the screams of my fears calling out my name.
So I take the chance to follow their trail in the obsidian forest.
Where I try to find my image in mirrors that whisper to me.Murmurs of pain and betrayal appear to me as shapes of magic bliss.
In my madness, I exist as a free bird of the night.
Closed doors become gates to infinity.
Forever bound to my lack of reality.I live in the surreal chasm to which I will always belong.
Abysm and love blend like mysterious revelations.
They own my heart and my soul eternally.Imagination guides me toward the garden of illusions.
I become the most delusional creature of the realm of shadows.
Love caresses me as gently as a sharp snowflake.My heart is in an everlasting pang.
Foolishness possesses me, as I advance in my wisdom.
What I thought would have destroyed me gave me a spark of demise.I was lost and I was alive at the same time.
As an inanimate doll with a burning heart.
The nothingness stared at me in its boundless ferocity.
Elisabetta Esther -
Gilded Illusions
Gilded illusions visited my dreams
In the eternal night that enveloped me like a diaphanous veil
I lingered far from every mortal sight
In my dwelling made of stars and dreamsThe moon was bleeding silver onto withered blossoms
And I was a phantom wandering through chambers carved from bone
Among candles that wept in crystal flocks
While silence deepened in this dark dungeon of memoriesEerie whispers of the dead rose from broken mirrors
From each cracked and gloomy surface emerged a spirit of the past
Their hearts were cold and hollow for their ancient dismay
And their anguish echoed until the stars of the night firmamentWhenever I aimed to reach for the stars
They disappeared into the emptiness
Leaving me alone in my despair and decay
While the striking of time split the silence like a bladeNo hesitation could help me to reacquire my wisdom
I knew that I had lost my freedom to embrace a life of madness and turmoil
Nothing could have altered this realm of death and decadence
Every divine bliss was destroyed by my fateI belonged to the realm of dust and decay
I was reduced to following the darkness
The more I wept, the tighter drew the chains of my bondage
All my gilded illusions faded away in the voidSurrounded by the hollowness of dilapidated sarcophagi
I heard lullabies of sorrow that hovered like ghouls
Shadows long departed from the realm of life
They waited to converge on the abyss of the underworldMy chains transformed into silver and gold serpents
They became my guardians in this surreal world ruled by illusion and deception
Crowded by hissing ghosts and perpetual twilight
And in this sublime dejection, I found my refuge.
Elisabetta -
Impaled By My Own Grief
Impaled by my own grief
Like a butterfly pinned to a wall
I was standing on the cold soil soaked by my own blood
Among withered flowers infused with the scent of death
Embracing my misery as it was a bliss for my weak heartSlowly unveiling the image behind the shadows hovering high
I discovered the reflection of my true self in their shrouds
I cried out loud, running out of tears of despair
Dressed in the sparkling veil that the luminaries made for me
And wearing a crown made of thorns and rosesAll the most terrible memories introduced themselves to me
They appeared like dreadful ghouls and wraiths
Stabbing me with their sharp daggers
Reducing me to a relic
In the presence of crows and dead treesI was an empty shell without reflection or shadow
Whenever I was wondering, it seemed I didn’t leave any trace
But only blood and thorns, a representation of my miserable existence
What I was I knew not
I became an enigma to myselfI collapsed like a wax sculpture
As I was an extinguished flame
With a body stitched by bandages and shattered dreams
Each thread was a reminder of the pangs carved all over my body
And my heart was a crushed crystalThe gleaming moonlight created an aura made of silver
Spectres were floating over me
While I was waiting for the stars to guide me
But no sign was there for me
Only the deepest darkness and squalid solitudeThe cruel fate had decreed my end with the worst despair of my soul
All my cries were dispersed by the cold wind of a winter night
Nothing more was there for me
I had lost everything dear to me
And a storm wrapped me in its deadly embraceImpaled by my own grief
I was the embodiment of my own tragedy.
Elisabetta -
Softly In Silence
Softly in silence, I lie to hide all the deception and lies from my naive heart
I had to endure an existence of deceit and coercion
Like a nightmare ghoul oppressing my pale slumber
In an eternal night of haunting memories and wailI had constantly desired to be cherished and loved in vain
I would have rather been remembered for my art than for my beauty
So I preferred to hide behind my shield of silence and vanish into the ephemeral aether
Like the mystic smoke from a burning flameAlas, in this silence, I remained quietly still like a crystal gem
I was a withered bloom in a winter’s storm
Unseen, unloved, forgotten
Cradled in the embrace of the darknessI did not live for the sake of grace but for the grief
Each heartbeat was woven in the dimness
I was but a ghost wishing only to be mourned before bleeding my heart out
Exanimate, I was sinking into a chaotic ecstasy of sorrowThe eternal night cherished all my forbidden secrets
Since I was forever bound to the dim dusk
And every instant was midnight only for me
Because I had obliterated time permanentlyI was born just as a punishment by the hands of my wicked fate
Even the gleaming stars of the midnight sky had no mercy
They stared at me indifferently as if my existence was just a futility
I had lost every privilege to dreamJust for a moment, I strived to change my fortune
But I had no more strength to continue to exist
All that I could do was stare at the walls of my dark chamber and fantasise
I let the realm of dreams and absurdities swallow meI had to say goodbyes to the reality and normality
I became a creature of a world of folly and oddities
Only frenzies raptured my heart violently, and I let them in
Softly in silence, I fell into the abyss of my own affliction.
Elisabetta -
Wandering In Dark Chambers
Wandering in dark chambers where the bones of my memories were hung
I was bound by enchanting spells to be a lost soul in an endless realm of emptiness
Speechless as I became, I was just a living tragedy
And darkness was my humble and gloomy dwelling
Where I could be nobody without pretending to fulfil my wishesDefinitely, all my desires and dreams were annihilated like extinguished flames
No shame and delusion could have carved my name in my fate
Because in the end, I didn’t pay attention to what was happening outside that realm of self-destruction
No one would have rescued me from that nightmare
Misery and grief were my relentless shadows, following wherever I was proceedingWandering in dark chambers of agony, I was left to bleed out my very soul
Enduring the most agonizing of sufferings, betrayed by my ancient illusions
Silly dreams that once deceived me had become my merciless torturers, from whom I could not flee
Hiding in the depths of gloom, I avoided crossing others’ paths, limping like a wounded animal,
after having shed my last tears
Swaying in uncertainty and restlessness, I lie in decay, as I know that I’m destined to the eternal doomFaded visions stroked my heart and I had the certitude that nothing could be more possible but drinking the poison of my own illusions
My heart is a ravine with a thirst for silent collapse with a collar made of misery and decay
The tragedy of being was embedded into my essence and I shed tears
The hushed fate misled me into a maze of dust and decline that I was not aware of
The untold secrets of my past remained buried underneath the garden of chagrin and preordained to stay forever there
And I kept wandering in the dark chambers of my unending descent.
Elisabetta -
Subliminal Madness
Subliminal madness dragged me deep into the dungeon of torment and despair
A fortress where I couldn’t fly with my imagination
An isolated island of sorrow and heartache
Chained by the moans of my own thoughtsHence, I started to seek shadows instead of light
I wandered lost in the wilderness and surrounded by absolute silence
I became a captive to the memories and echoes of the past
With the certitude that a wicked fate ruled my existenceAll the mirrors around me sought in vain to reveal the mystery within myself
In the gloom of their cryptic tales
For I could not comprehend their bizarre words
Because they were just utterances lost in the infinite voidIn that abyss of subliminal madness
The relentless wind of laments was blowing against me
Gelid arrows that pierced through my body
Fragments of anguish that were sharp daggersProfound wounds were carved on my heart
Too deep for time to mend or forget
Bleeding sorrows staining the hours
Instants marked by silent screamsGrief became a solemn veil that shrouded me
Memories burned like inextinguishable flames
And all that remained were ashes of dreams scattered in the wind
Beneath the moonless dark sky of my endless nightNothing remained to me
Not even a flake of hope
Not even a fragment of a dream
But only a subliminal madness to relieve my tragedyIn silence and solitude
My life was merely a paroxysm of darkness
A frenzy of obscure nightmares chased me
I could only sigh at the sound of raindrops getting me throughIn this desolate maze of endless sadness
Not even a flicker of defiance was burning within me
I couldn’t hear any whisper of solace
I crawled through the mist of my own despairThe shadows that once enticed me now suffocated me
And the silence, once my treasured haven, transformed into a dungeon
Whenever I strived to chase the faintest pleasure
I was left aimless and shatteredI still couldn’t find a realm beyond this dark veil
A world where torments were no longer my torturers
Hence, I was bound to this endless darkness
And my heart was filled with subliminal madness.
Elisabetta -
Laments in Oblivion
Laments in oblivion faded away like ephemeral tears,
Becoming crystal gems caught in the night’s dark mirror,
Where dreams lingered, fragile, on fleeting gusts of wind,
And relinquished fragments of hope were bound to a silent death eternally.Darkness reigned over the realm of light;
No eternal flame granted lasting life,
While sorrow bled from noiseless abysses,
Where forgotten hearts wept in silence and despair.The moon’s cruel glow was a mournful gaze,
Illuminating all that was forsaken, lost in haze.
Each tear became a star, each sigh a spark,
Vanishing gently into the infinite dark.Spectres swung on a temporal precipice;
Memories tarnished, turned into mere dusted rhymes.
Radiant longings became dimmed and pale,
And, in the chasms of silence, unveiled their tales.Ethereal glares and gentle cries of dismay—
They belonged to the realm of stupor.
Laments in oblivion were the only vestiges that lasted when remembrances died,
Tormenting dreams beneath the moonlit skies.Dark clouds moved sombre and ominous,
Crossing skies that never encountered vexation.
Wanderers hovered among the glooms,
Guided by phantoms in slumber and reverie.Sorrow and delight entwined together,
In a languor that let the desolate trees weep.
Lovelorn, broken hearts, once blazing and bright,
Danced their last waltz in the smothering night.Faint glimmers flickered and swiftly withdrew,
As the night devoured, each spectral hue.
Memories withered like extinguished flames,
Leaving only the ash of forgotten names.The stars lay imprisoned within the abyss of nothingness,
Bound by eternity’s sorrowful plight.
Clinging to remnants of fading light,
Such glimmers dissolved into shadows in a deathly sleep.Laments in oblivion were consumed by the night,
Hidden in shadows, beyond all light.
Gone to silence, lost to the night,
Drifting softly from mortal sight.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
A Tragic Fate
A tragic fate ruled beneath a mournful autumn sky,
A forsaken shade stood with a tearful eye,
And a stare falling upon a distant stone,
Where memories lay carved in bone.The winds had howled low; the trees had bent near,
Whispers were carried, fraught with fear.
A tragic fate, so cruelly spun,
The story ended where it had begun.It was a gloomy tale of a life forever paused,
A frail and fair existence swallowed by despair’s cruel snare.
The wanderer watched as doom took its due,
Helpless as its darkness grew.A wilted rose lay upon a grave,
A token of a life once given.
In nights that wept and days that knew despair,
Absence haunted in hollow air.The earth was consumed, the coffin decayed,
Life was reduced to memories soon forgotten.
What solace could the grieving find,
When death had left the world behind?The ravens summoned from their twisted trees,
Evoked echoes lingered in the bitter breeze.
Forgotten mortal fragments traced the path,
To where the silent shadows did laugh.A chill resided in every gust of heft,
Every sigh became a dirge that spoke of death.
The sky hung heavy, draped in grey,
As if mourning the world’s decay.In every shroud of mist that swirled,
The darkness deepened, and silence curled.
Beneath the ground, the roots entwined,
To claim a body once divine.The clock ticked on, though spirits faded,
Their murmurs were lost where graves were laid.
And as the night unfolded its veil,
The air grew thick with a mournful wail.Beneath the mournful autumn shade,
Two souls rested, their debts repaid.
The earth reclaimed its lost embrace,
And time forgot each sorrowed face.In the gloom, an eerie glare burnt in all its might,
It kept flickering dimly through the night.
It wove between the gravestones’ gloom,
A ghostly waltz, a dance of doom.At last, voices from the shadows called,
They whispered tales of love’s great fall.
The leaves rustled with each breath,
Carrying echoes of untimely death.
A tragic fate was inevitable for the eternity.
Esther Elizabeth Racah