Subheim-Away

I never get tired of listening to this song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMHHBIr9ptQ

Vivien Leigh

I think was one of the most beautiful women to walk this Planet

"Throughout her possession by that uncannily evil monster, manic depression, with its deadly ever-tightening spirals, she retained her own individual canniness – an ability to disguise her true mental condition from almost all except me, for whom she could hardly be expected to take the trouble."- laurence oliver

Fragments

(I wrote this a few years ago)

I find fragments of you inside nothing

In the way the air smells and in the way a word is spelt I can find pieces of you inside these minor details

I build you out of thin air through a mixture of regret and nostalgia I shape the impression of a loving memory.

A memory that is too fine to grasp but it covers my body in a misty vapor, I see through you but not quite beyond you.

There’s a sweet naivety to the lies we tell ourselves to hold onto phantom memories, like we are lost at sea viewing mirages of dry land to dry our aching bones upon.

My eyes will be victim to a misty silhouette of you for countless hours, to find comfort in this is like catching an illness that spreads across my skin like fire.

Now there is nothing real left I will come to find you again in the dark corners of my dreaming mind, waiting for me.

Together we paint the walls of my mind dull gray and scarlet red and you scatter parts of your being everywhere like a sea of ashes.

In the ruins of my memories your remains lay collecting dust waiting for dusk to set on you and what you meant to me.

Sea Hag

The sea hag adorned in blackened sea pearls makes her way across the shoreline
Her nostrils widen as she sucks in the depths of the sea and sings rhymes in ancient tongue
Shells cover her skin like reptile scales
her scaled arms led to finned hands, she uses these to capture the seas secrets
She is the woman of old sailor tales moving through the salty mists of dusk

She walks like a dying crone
Her mane of sea weed dragging behind her like Ursula's wedding veil
scurrying up jagged rocks on the waters edge

She licks fish shit out of rocks pools tasting the decay of sea parasites
she spits up sea spiders the size of nightmares
Her tongue a roughened tentacle covered in fish lice

She weaves sea spells to glamour young sailors
creating a watery veil between what they wish to see and what she is
When they bed a fisherman's pretty daughter in a seaside tavern they wonder why her lips taste like salt
they wonder why her insides feel so cold and her laughter sounds like the seas chaos

When she moans her juices taste like the waves rotted victims
she whispers words that string together shapes of the blackened depths
she wants him to solve her riddle but he does not know the answer

He feels his lungs fill with salty bile
he has visions of Vodianoi and black under sea labyinths
he is drowning through her deep kiss
even as his last breath leaves him he never trys to pull away from the watery embrace of the sea hag.