The Opium Portrait

I. (The hours of euphoric serenity) The will of my desire springs from the smoke of an elegant seed, an inspiration to erotic motions bound in unsullied ecstasy that brings forth dreams of radiant colours and the flesh where in articulate palatial perplexion I lay and rest; flying through valleys and hills, I sleep in total debauchery, I fantasize spawning worlds as magic smoke burns within me of such a strange flower that I fuse with my pipe's root that takes me to Eden where I eat of the forbidden fruit; a candle's flame flickers to light the room in a smokey haze where I lay motionless as the ambient music still plays and my mouth forms into a smile void of all despair in the vaguest of consciousness, I'm simply not there. II. (The world void of consciousness) I live in a world beneath a silver sky where my mind drifts and my silence has feeling in the smokey and surreal mist; I drift through a garden of purple in a world that is untouchable yet I feel a warm touch that embraces me and is tangible while in a cold silence where I lay upon clouds of pleasure and the dancing winds push my foggy chariot without measure; stagnant, I fly from the earth to the stars in the depths of art on dreams that paint the scenes of roses falling apart; I rise the mirrors of my vision above the trains of thought in the midst of utter stillness that an angry storm sought in the merciless flower of the Gods that wears a purple face flowing with euphoric magic that took lightning to another place. III. (The vertigo lamentations) I've flown beyond the stars and the enigma of infinite space, beheld dimensions unknown to man that opiates laced; this night I slept with mother earth who became my whore, now the night breeds thoughts, my own world is no more; now in a vertigo of insomniac phantasms of bloody rain where confusion speaks words that echoe the same trying to mock my weary distress in duplicating memories in an absence of time laying down, breeding reveries; sobriety arrived pestilent, taking me from ethereal elegence, inflicting my mind with the notes of unbearable dissonance back to thought where life goes by and grows tedious, therefore I smoke opium - an elegant seed yet so devious.