Lost Love Deliria - Part 3

Part 3 9th Delerium: Emptyness Water wheels in wastelands... turning, drowning relics in the slum Rumpled rags of fashioned burlap... burning, lit by bandits blind and dumb Pastured prisons, ponies bridled ... yearning, forest fairies under thumb Sounds inside of cauldrons coughing... churning, blaring bugles, tattooed drum 10th Delirium: Alienation Rain unravelling, wistfully weeping... falling, treacle trickling, fickle sky Mushrooms sprinkled, visions sprouting... sprawling, seagulls drowning, dolphins die Rabble gasping, spirits broken... crawling, lonely lonesome swallows cry Babbling brooks and breakers ebbing... bawling puppies paddle, puppets sigh People passing ripple past me... calling, rainbow colours, collars high Chaos seething, lepers looting... stalling, stealing stallions on the sly Pencils pausing, scholars scrambling... scrawling, scratching scribbles, asking why 11th Delirium: Jetsam Silver sails sway pallid pirates... prowling, Jolly Rogers, wind and sound Parrots perching, tattered feathers... fouling, tethered talons, tied and bound Shipwrecked foghorns, trumpets stranded... howling, spiral springs of time unwound Magic moonlight, shimmers shaking... scowling, burnt out matchsticks washed aground Prairie wolfs, coyotes calling... yowling, witching hours, midnight hounds Tightrope walkers, grizzlies grunting... growling, seeking islands, lost and found 12th Delirium: Relief Slumber shattered, vapours captive... haunting, chained in mirrors, breaking free Scarlet skylines, daylight dawning... daunting, rivers rushing to the sea Silence softens, sandmen whisper... wanting, piercing rafters, turning keys Shadows shudder, notions fluster... flaunting, moonbeam bullets meant for me Mind in migraine, meadows trembling... taunting, sparrows speak in harmony REAWAKENING Pitter patter, teardrops paling... pearling, salting scarves in secret drawers Mist amongst us, smoke rings rising... curling, climbing from the ocean floors See-saw circles, senses swerving... swirling, swept away with silver oars Courtyard jesters, sceptres twisting... twirling, push the past to foreign shores Passing pangs of passions heaving... hurling, burning bridges, closing doors Roses wither, icons waning... whirling, time decays and time restores End