lies

my mind plays tricks on me. lost between this world and the next, i am blind. all my senses live off signs. my instincts long dead, caste long shadows at dusk.
but the signs foretold a lie, exactly as i wanted to hear it. the lie, grew up, with nutrition from my imagination, strength from my desires, heart from my dreams.
she grows. faster than moss on damp walls, quicker than blood smudges on a soldiers knife. she grows tentacles, teeth, talons, birth-crack. she takes the throne.
desire for dream, dreams for desire. my lie and I are one. sharing the same twisted time and space, we make each other stronger every passing moment. she slips and falls hard. angry, she gets up and swings hard at my glass palace. the castle shudders. thin cracks run across like mountain springs. she runs for cover. i take the throne. the day it crumbles, i shall find peace in my glass shard tomb.
mechanical butterflies would rise from my remains and plague the world with lies....