Garden of Delights

Garden Of Delights In wondrous dreams I walk Where nightmares flank each side, Where demons laugh and talk With echoes of my pride. And there I am, perfection, Among sideshow freaks and fools, Hiding behind my reflection, Defying all the rules. Yet judges sit in audience On purple cellophane flowers, Damming me in accordance With their hallucinogenic powers. Casting me into false hope Where I've met myself before, Surely, this time, I can cope With the ego I ignore. Empty emotions grow like trees Filling my world with spaces, Bulging forests of random keys Unlocking featureless faces As beautiful as the butterflies I saw, once, in my sadness, Settling on my vacant eyes In the grotesque colours of madness. I am lost in a garden of delights And it's not where I want to be, An infinity between two finites Transcending the essence of me. There I wander an aimless path Between the known and unknown, And, still, the demons laugh As I dream my dream alone. © RJVHorton2015